She Won't Dance With Me (Live Wembley, London, England, 12/6/80)

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 afraid to ask

I want to 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, dance with me
Why won't you dance with me?
Why won't you dance with me
Dance, dance, dance, dance with me

Yeah

Keep on watchin' her across 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 love her somebody else will

Dance with me
Dance with me
Why won't you dance with me
Dance with me
Dance, dance, dance, dance with me

Dance with me
Come on, baby, dance with you
Why won't you dance with me?
I haven't got feedie
Dance, dance with me

Lookie here, lookie here
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Dance with me
Dance with me
Walked into the room and said, "Honey, why don't you dance with me tonight?"
She said, "You ain't got no money
I don't wanna dance with you, honey"

Dance with me
Dance with me
Dance, dance, dance with me

Dance with me
Dance with me
Dance with me
Dance with me
Dance, dance, dance with me

Dance with me
Dance with me
Dance with me
Dance with me
Dance, dance, dance with me

Woo!



Credits
Writer(s): Rod Stewart, Jorge Lima Menezes
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