Major Ladies, Mellina Tey, almost real. Let the music end

Hold me closer than a friend
Don't let this tempo pretend
Your fingers rest on my waist
One little step we can't erase
Hold me closer than a friend
Or let the music end

Spilled tonic water on the lacquered floor
We stood laughing by the velvet door
Then the DJ dropped the heavy beat
Pulled the tempo down to ninety feet
You pulled me inward just to clear the aisle
Dropped your joking and forgot to smile
I feel your thumb against my silk dress seam
Too warm, too steady for a casual theme

Hold me closer than a friend
Don't let this tempo pretend
Your fingers rest on my waist
One little step we can't erase
Hold me closer than a friend
Or let the music end

Two empty glasses by the speaker stack
No easy sentence brings the old days back
Your collar catches on my silver chain
Breathing quiet while the speakers train
If I lean two inches to the right
We cross the boundary of our lives tonight
You feel it too, you haven't looked away
There is nothing polite left to say

Hold me closer than a friend
Don't let this tempo pretend
Your fingers rest on my waist
One little step we can't erase
Hold me closer than a friend
Or let the music end