Rod Stewart She Won't Dance With Me
Stewart/J. Ben All the night she dressed to kill Fish net tights with red high heels All the boys say she's cold as ice I won't sleep until I'm satisfied Keep on watchin' her across the room Waitin' for the band to play a faster tune I want her number but I'm scared to ask I wanna dance and I want her ass Want to f..ck her, she's no relief I don't know what's wrong with me Dance with me She won't dance with me Why won't she dance wih me She won't dance with me Dance, dance, dance, dance with me Why won't she dance with me Come on, dance with me Dance, dance, dance, dance with me Here she comes floatin' down the street Synthesized eyes wearin' cellophane jeans Practicin' the art of sexuality My tongue gets tied when I try to speak Got a hard on, honey, that hurts like hell If I don't ask her somebody else will Dance with me Don't wanna dance with you Why won't you dance with me Why should I dance with you Dance, dance, dance Please dance with me, baby I won't dance with you I won't dance with you Why should I dance with you I won't dance with you....
