[she]
Think of what youre losing
By constantly refusing to dance with me.
Youd be the idol of france with me!
And yet you stand there and shake
Your foolish head dramaticlly.
While I wait here so ecstaticlly
You just look and say emphaticlly
Not this season! theres a reason!
[he]
I wont dance! dont ask me;
I wont dance! dont ask me;
I wont dance, madame, with you.
My heart wont let my feet do the things they should do!
You know what? youre lovely,
[she]
And so what? Im lovely!
[he]
But oh! what you do to me!
Im like an ocean wave thats bumped on the shore;
I feel so absolutely stumped on the floor!
[she]
When you dance youre charming and youre gentle!
speclly when you do the "continental".
[he]
But this feeling isnt purely mental;
For heaven rest us, Im not asbestos.
I wont dance! why should i!
I wont dance! how could i?
I wont dance! merci beau coup!
I know that music leads the way to romance:
So if I hold you in my arms I wont dance!