| I keep staring at that little white number |
| You left here in the summer |
| Hanging in my wardrobe |
| Do you still want it? |
| Do you still want it? |
| I know that I did you the service |
| Of calling 'cause I’m nervous |
| I know that we don’t talk |
| I know that it’s on purpose |
| Do you still want it? |
| But I’m holding on |
| Maybe it’s time to put your dress away |
| Or leave it out |
| Maybe it’s time that I give you space |
| I just wanna see it |
| Back on your body |
| Watch you dance around and |
| Tell you I’m sorry |
| Maybe it’s time to put your dress away |
| Even if I don’t want to, babe |
| I keep staring at that little white number |
| The one in the picture |
| When we lose our temper |
| You’d look at it for hours |
| But do you still want it? |
| You smile on the staircase and you open the door |
| Kissing on the couch |
| Make up in the drawer |
| Darling, do you still want it? |
| But I’m holding on |
| Maybe it’s time to put your dress away |
| Or leave it out |
| Maybe it’s time that I give you space |
| I just wanna see it |
| Back on your body |
| Watch you dance around and |
| Tell you I’m sorry |
| Maybe it’s time to put your dress away |
| Even if I don’t want to, babe |
| La-la-la-la la la-la la |
| La-la-la-la la la-la la |
| La-la-la-la la la-la la |
| La-la-la-la la la-la la |
| I know, you know, we both want it, babe |
| I know, you know, we both want it, babe |
| But I just wanna see it |
| Back on your body |
| Watch you dance around and |
| Tell you I’m sorry |
| Maybe it’s time to put your dress away |
| Even though I don’t wanna, babe |