Текст песни Dinner At Eight - Al Bowlly
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.
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