Under the Table

White china silver clean as can be
In the middle of the table, lovely floral centerpiece
Champagne is pourin’, everyone feels at ease
Windows are open, gentle northern breeze

But Under the table
It’s a very different scene
Under the table
Your hand is on my knee
Under the table
There’s another somethin’ happenin’

You feel my elbow diggin’ into your ribs
You smile and giggle and start acting like a kid
Everything seems peaceful, a prayer is being said
I keep a straight face even though it’s turnin’ red

And Under the table
It’s a very different scene
Under the table
Your hand is on my knee
Under the table
There’s another somethin’ happenin’

Let’s end this secret mission
I’ll meet you in the kitchen

I’m losing my composure
When is this dinner over?

Candles are melting, the light is growing dim
The guests are leaving, back on the road again
The house is quiet, breeze still blowin’ in
Your hand’s still restless, got goosebumps on my skin

And under the table
Is just a memory
Under the table.
There’s nothin’ left to see
‘Cuz up on the table
There’s another something happening