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(With Michael Buble) |
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I won't dance, don't ask me |
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I won't dance, don't ask me |
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I won't dance madame with you |
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My heart won't let my feet do things that they should do |
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You know what, you're lovely you know what, you're so lovely |
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And you oh what you do to me |
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I'm like an ocean wave that's bumped on the shore |
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I feel so absolutely stumped on the floor |
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When you dance, you're charming and you're gentle |
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'Specially when you do the Continental |
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And this feeling isn't purely mental |
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Cuz heaven rest us, I'm not asbestos |
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And that's why I won't dance, why should I? |
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I won't dance, how could I? |
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I won't dance, merci beacoup |
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I know that music lead the way to romance |
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So if I hold you in arms I won't dance |
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I won't dance, don't ask me |
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I won't dance, don't ask me |
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I won't dance madame with you |
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My heart won't let me feet do things that they want to do |
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You know what, you're so lovely, ring a ding-ding, you're lovely |
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And you know what you do to me |
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I'm like an ocean wave that's bumped on the shore |
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I feel so absolutely stumped on the floor |
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When you dance, you're charming and you're gentle |
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Specially when you do the Continental |
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But this feeling isn't purely mental |
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For heaven rest us, I'm not asbestos |
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And that's why I won't dance, I won't dance |
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I won't dance, merci beacoup |
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I know that music lead the way to romance |
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So if I hold you in arms I won't dance |
