(he:)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 me do things they should do.
you know what? you're lovely.
(she:)and so what? i'm lovely.
(he:)but, 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.
(she:)when you dance, you're charming and you're gentle,
'specially when you do the continental.
(he:)but this feeling isn't purely mental,
for heaven rest us, i'm 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.