I Won’t Dance

Think Of what you're losing by constantly refusing to Dance with me. You'd be the idol of France with me. And yet you stand there and shake your foolish Head dramatically, while I wait here so Ecstatically. You just look and say Emphatically, "Nothing seems wrong, There's a reason. Nothing seems wrong, there's a reason I won't dance, don't ask me. I won't dance, don't ask me. I won't dance, mister, with you. My heart won't let my feet do things they Should do." You know what? You're lovely, and so what? You're lovely, but oh what you do to me. I'm like an ocean when it's bumped on the Shore. I feel so absolutely stumped on the floor. When you dance you're charming and you're gentle, Especially when you do the continental. But this fellow doesn't merely mellow, For heaven restless, I'm not his bestest. And that's why I won't dance, why should I? I won't dance, how could 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. When you Dance you're charming and you're gentle, Especially when you do the continental. But this fellow doesn't merely mellow, For heaven restless, I'm not his bestest. 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.