There’s a place where they go to sit it out a fair while
Where wickerwork smiles tend to let themselves catch crazy kinds of fire and Dance
And prance and take momentary hold of beautifully clasped hands
He watches the night begin to win outright – soon as the moon ducks to dive
And she sees all of the things they’ve been dreaming about
Aloud, allowed, and absolutely sentimental – ’til sensational lends its time all over again
And the pretty penny settles to drop, stops at nothing for them to caress each and everything from there on in