I won't dance, don't ask me.
I won't dance, don't ask me.
I won't dance, Madame, with U.
My heart won't let my feet do things that they should do.
U know what? U're lovely.
U know what? U're so lovely.
And, oh, what U do to me!
I'me lkie an ocean wave that's bumped on the shore.
I feel so absolutely stumped on the floor.
When U dance, U're charming and u're gentle
'specially when U do the Ccontinental.
But this feeling isn't purely mental.
For heaven rest us, I am not asbestos.
And that's why I won't dance, Why should I?
I won't dance, How could I?
I won't dance. Merci beaucoup.
I Know that music leads the way to romance,
so if I hold u in my arms I won't dance.
*Repeat