[she]
Think of what you`re losing
By constantly refusing to dance with me.
You`d be the idol of France with me!
And yet you stand there and shake
Your foolish head dramatic`lly.
While I wait here so ecstatic`lly
You just look and say emphatic`lly
Not this season! There`s a reason!
[he]
I won`t dance! Don`t ask me;
I won`t dance! Don`t ask me;
I won`t dance, Madame, with you.
My heart won`t let my feet do the things they should do!
You know what? You`re lovely,
[she]
And so what? I`m lovely!
[he]
But oh! What you do to me!
I`m like an ocean wave that`s bumped on the shore;
I feel so absolutely stumped on the floor!
[she]
When you dance you`re charming and you`re gentle!
`Spec`lly when you do the "Continental".
[he]
But this feeling isn`t purely mental;
For heaven rest us, I`m not asbestos.
I won`t dance! Why should I!
I won`t dance! How could I?
I won`t dance! Merci beau coup!
I know that music leads the way to romance:
So if I hold you in my arms I won`t dance!