I Won’t Dance

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 things that they should do

You know what? You’re lovely

You know what? You’re so lovely

And, 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

When you dance, you’re charming and you’re gentle

‘Specially when you do the Continental

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 you in my arms, I won’t dance

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 things that they want to do