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 they should do…

glides about the screen

does the hat thing

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 O what you do to me…

spins and twirls

I don’t know the song, but I need a good twirl.

Can I twirl?

twirls

twirls Medea’s Child

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’m not asbestos

And that’s why…

Yea!

twirls more

I won’t dance - why should I?

I won’t dance - how could I?

Merci bouquet

I know that dancing is the way to romance

So if I hold you in my arms I won’t dance

sliiiide