Well I always knew how to stand What do I do with my hands And a voice that promised the land All for a promising hand Dinah I couldn't hold sand, Dinah my hands Dinah I couldn't hold sand, Dinah my hands Well you walk so womanly Grace of a woman to be Sure on your toes, always a rose on your cheek Dinah who's touching me Dinah my heart's too small to hold him all Under the skin I tried to crawl Lately my hands do shake, with every breath I take Only a mile to make Maybe my bones will break, with every step I take Dinah I couldn't wait Oohh, sure on my toes, rubbing the rose in my cheeks Dinah who's watching me