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