" you are the frame. she's the picture in your frame. and you show her off.. "
not the exact words, but somewhere along these lines.
so the dancing has begun, in cadence with the voluptuous swell of the music.
bom-cha-cha bom-cha-cha
we whirled around gaily in the waltz's giddy mazes.
liberal lightness of feet, lovely lavish of hands.
and home in the air.