[she]
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Think of what you're losing
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By constantly refusing to dance with me.
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You'd be the idol of France with me!
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And yet you stand there and shake
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Your foolish head dramatic'lly.
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While I wait here so ecstatic'lly
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You just look and say emphatic'lly
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Not this season! There's a reason!
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[he]
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I won't dance! Don't ask me;
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I won't dance! Don't ask me;
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I won't dance, Madame, with you.
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My heart won't let my feet do the things they should do!
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You know what? You're lovely,
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[she]
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And so what? I'm lovely!
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[he]
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But oh! What you do to me!
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I'm like an ocean wave that's bumped on the shore;
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I feel so absolutely stumped on the floor!
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[she]
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When you dance you're charming and you're gentle!
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'Spec'lly when you do the "Continental".
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[he]
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But this feeling isn't purely mental;
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For heaven rest us, I'm not asbestos.
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I won't dance! Why should I!
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I won't dance! How could I?
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I won't dance! Merci beau coup!
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I know that music leads the way to romance:
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So if I hold you in my arms I won't dance!
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I Won't Dance
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| Stacey Kent |
