Better Hold Tight

Could it be 1917? Have we stepped inside a time machine? Something out of H.G Wells Or another one of Gatsby's spells I think I see stars aligning Or my standards are declining You're learnin' to spot what you need When to follow and when to (Oh, keep following) Oh, holding you is like clinging to a cloud (Watch it) I have to hold tight Or you might fly away You know I can't help that I rise above the crowd And I wouldn't want it Any other way So you better hold tight Or I might fly away! Never thought you were my style Go on, keep me dizzy For a while Maybe it's the uniform Maybe it's the dress I've never worn You just might be my undoing I admit there's something brewing What we do might be taboo But I like that look on you Oh Never thought I'd hold starlight in my hands You better hold tight Or I might fly away (you might fly away) You know I could never afford a second chance (that's true) Better make my advance Before the last dance starts to play You better hold tight Mm, you better hold tight We better hold tight Before this flies away Hey! Ooh I kinda like that dress Ooh, don't get used to it! Flies away!