Ray Noble — Dinner At Eight lyrics
The page contains the lyrics of the song "Dinner At Eight" by Ray Noble.
Lyrics
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