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
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