Personal Space

I had a dream of us last night A Nashville club, squeezed in so tight Completely packed, the second floor Against the rail, hot to the core Country music, kickin' band I took my place, where did I stand? Behind you, moving unforeseen So close, soooo close, no space between Air so thick I couldn't breathe No way though did I want to leave A heady fragrance filled the room I love your Baccarat perfume You turned and sent a wink my way What happened next here cannot say