I Won't Dance

Think of what you're losing by constantly refusing to dance with me
You'd be the idol of France with me
Instead you shake your foolish head dramatically
While I'm waiting so ecstatically
You just look and say emphatically

I won't dance, don't ask me
I won't dance, don't ask me
I won't dance, madam, with you
My heart won't let my feet do things they should do

You know what, you're lovely
And so what? You're still lovely
And oh, what you do to me
I'm like an ocean wave that's bumped on the shore
I feel so absolutely stumped on the floor

When you dance you're charming and you're gentle
Especially when you do the continental
But this feeling isn't purely mental
For heaven rest us! I'm not asbestos

And that's why I won't dance. Why should I?
I won't dance. How could I?
I won't dance, merci beau coup
I know that music leads the way to romance
So if I hold you in my arms, I won't dance

Cole Porter... Ella and Louis... Fred and Ginger...