Better Hold Tight

Could it be 1917?

Have we stepped inside a time machine?

Something out of H. G. Wells

Or another one of Gatsby's spells?

I think I see stars aligning

Or my standards are declining

You're learnin' to spot what you need

When to follow and when to

Keep following

Oh, holding you is like clinging to a cloud

Watch it!

I have to hold tight or you might fly away

You know I can't help that I rise above the crowd

And I wouldn't want it any other way

So, you'd better hold tight or I might fly away

Never thought you were my style

Go and keep me dizzy for a while

Maybe it's the uniform

Woo!

Maybe it's the dress I've never worn

You just might be my undoing

I admit there's something brewing

What we do might be taboo

But I like that look on you

Oh, never thought I'd hold starlight in my hands

You'd better hold tight or I might fly away

You might fly away

You know I could never afford a second chance

That's true!

Better make my advance before the last dance starts to play

You better hold tight

Mm, you better hold tight

We better hold tight before this flies away

Hey!

Oh-oh-oh

Ooh, ooh

I kinda like that dress

Ooh, don't get used to it

Flies away