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Title: SHE WON'T DANCE WITH ME
Artist: ROD STEWART
Album: FOOLISH BEHAVIOR
Track: 9

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...?
...Why won't you dance with me? Come on...
...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...Why should I dance with you...?