She Won't Dance With Me

(Rod Stewart, Jorge Ben)

Friday night she's dressed to kill

Fishnet tights wearing redhigh heels

All the boys say she's cold as ice

I won't sleep until I satisfied

Keep on watching her across the room

Waiting 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

Why the fuck is she ignoring me

I don't know what's wrong with me

Dance with me

She won't dance with me

Why won't she dance with me

She won't dance with me

Dance, dance, dance, dance with me, yeah

Why won't you dance with me?

Come on dance with me

Dance, dance, dance, dance with me

Here she comes floating down the street,

Sythesised eyed wearing cellophane jeans

Practiced in 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,

( No, 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

Dance, dance, dance)