[ Featuring Ginger Rogers ]
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 rheumatically
While I wait here so ecstatically
You just look and say emphatically
Not this season, there's a reason
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 my feet do things that they should do
You know what, you're lovely
So what? I'm lovely
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
Ah, but when you dance you're charming and you're gentle
Especially when you do The Continental
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
And if I hold you in my arms, I won't dance
