Mouths Of Babes Take Me Dancing (feat. Birds Of Chicago)
Well, I am sick of laundry lists and laundry lines
And I am so tired
Of early to bed and early to rise
Sick of maybe laters, sick of tailgaters
Sick of all the haters with their pamphlets & signs
Sick of rush hour, of never getting flowers
Of staring at screens instead of into your eyes
I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired
Goddammit, take me dancing
Whirl me across the floor
Out of my head, oh yeah
Until my feet are sore
Oh, buy me a drink
Sway me real slow
Until you see that girl
You fell in love with
A long, long time ago
Take me dancing
I am sick of house slippers and dishwater hands
And I am so tired
Of those Saturday night sweatpants
The shorter the dress, the higher the heels
The redder my lips, the better I feel
I'm so sick and tired of being no big deal
Goddammit, take me dancing
Whirl me across the floor
Out of my head, oh yeah
Until my feet are sore
Oh, buy me a drink
Sway me real slow
Until you see that girl
You fell in love with
A long, long time ago
Take me dancing
Slick back your hair
Shine up your shoes
It's time we shake this bad, bad case of the ball and chain blues
Goddammit, take me dancing
Whirl me across the floor
Out of my head, oh yeah
Until my feet are sore
Oh, buy me a drink
Sway me real slow
Until you see that girl
You fell in love with
A long, long time ago
Take me dancing
Take me dancing
Take me dancing
