Lyrics

Dancing up the hotel stairs like Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers
Acting like we turned back time to ‘35
All debonair

Before this night is through
You’re gonna see
No one ever treats you better than I do

Nobody can treat you better
Nobody can treat you right

Maybe we should go and rendezvous upstairs in the room and draw the curtains
Old fashions in glasses full of ice, candle light, not a care

Before this night is through
You’re gonna see
No one ever treats you better than I do

Nobody can treat you better
Nobody can treat you right

Every touch
Every glare
You’re Bacall and I’m your Bogey
Only giving up to giving in
Every kiss
And embrace
Beckons back to something only
Golden Era Hollywood could make

Dancing up the hotel stairs like Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers
Acting like we turned back time to ‘35
Top hat debonair