Walking with you
Down the avenue
My arm around you and my finger hooked in
The belt loop of your slacks
Looking at the town
As your hip goes up and down
This is what thrills me to the max.
Life is sweet
Walking down a street
My arm around you and my finger hooked in
The belt loop of your khaki pants
Looking at the shops
As your hip rises and drops
This is the essence of romance
We may not agree about Iraq
TV or Barack
I love Sinatra, you Bach
But we each love to walk.
So I feel a little hurt
To see you in that skirt
Don't you know that I need to put my arm around you
With my finger hooked in the belt loop of your jeans
As we walk Broadway
I feel your body sway
That is what happiness means.
INST.
So won't you please
Change into your dungarees
So I can put my arm around you
And my hand will gently ride
in the loop of your belt
My heart will melt
As your hips move side to side.