When You're Driving Through The Moonlight

When you're driving
Through the moonlight
On the highway
When you're driving
Through the moonlight
To the dance.

You are breathless
With a wild anticipation
Of adventure and excitement
And romance.

Then at last you
See the towers
Of the palace
Silhouetted
On the sky
Above the park
And below them
Is a row of lighted windows
Like a lovely diamond
Necklace in the dark!

It looks that way
The way you say
She talks as if she knows
I do not know
These things are so
I only just suppose.

I suppose
That when you come
Into the ballroom
And the room itself is
Floating in the air.

If you're suddenly
Confronted by
His Highness
You are frozen
Like a statue
On the stair.

You're afraid
He'll hear the way
Your heart
Is beating.

And you know you mustn't
Make the first advance
You are seriously
Thinking of retreating
Then you seem to hear him
Asking you to dance.

You make a bow
A timid bow
And shyly answer “yes”
How would you know
That this is so?
I do no more than guess.

You can guess till you're blue in your face
But you can't even picture such a man
He is more than a prince
He's an ace!
But sisters, I really think I can
Can what?
I think that I can picture such a man
He is tall
And straight as a lance
And his hair
Is dark and wavy
His eyes
Can melt you with a glance.

He can turn a girl to gravy!
And I can imagine it
I imagine it too!
I can imagine it, and I have no imagination
I am throwing caution to the wind! I am imagining it as well!
Imagine what that girl would be feeling when dancing with the Prince!