+I Can`t Dance
I can`t dance.
I can`t dance.
Besides, I`m two feet shorter than the girls are.
All these dancing parties are just plain dumb.
When they asked, I should have said, I can`t come.
There`s a girl with braces,
Standing by the punch bowl and she`s making funny faces.
I guess she wants to dance.
I can`t dance.
I can`t dance.
Besides I look so awful in these braces.
If that boy wants me to dance, I`ll just die.
I`m so tall, and he`s about three feet high.
Ever since September,
I`ve been taking dancing lessons, now I can`t remember
How the heck to dance.
Pardon me.
My name`s Jeff.
And I don`t mind if you are tall and skinny.
And those braces on your teeth,
They`re real neat.
Thank you for the compliment, Gee you`re sweet.
Your name is Carlotta.
I met you last summer when we went to Camp Granada.
We oughta try to dance.
Right foot first.
Left foot next.
I think you`re sposed to do it to the music.
You don`t really look so bad, just your ears.
When do you take your braces off?
Four more years.
By the time your teeth are ready,
I`ll be two feet taller, and I`ll ask you to go steady.
Then we`ll dance.