歌詞

Don't forget, dinner at eight Two gardenias at your plate Under the table, our hands will meet We should be able to be discreet Lights are dim, moonlight above That's how people fall in love Just tell your mother you might be late Don't forget, dinner at eight
Writer(s): Dorothy Fields, Jimmy Mc Hugh Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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