Connee Boswell - Dinner At Eight lyrics

In your appointment book You'll see you and I have a date Let me refresh your memory; Darling you can't be late 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