Stepped into a broken taxi When i noticed you were stickin' to me From the dirty south From the dirty south Jumped over a sleeping river Landed soflty with a screech and shiver From the dirty south From the dirty south What should have been the end of that night Wasn't even the beginning Frozen like a manequin with fright Hung up on a wall again With you I don't feel like dancing ... with you I don't feel like dancing ... with you I don't feel like dancing ... with you Fell asleep again with shoes on Had a dream about you with no clothes on It's your dirty mouth Miss your dirty mouth Found a piece of broken mirror Looked inside so i could see it clearer Oh, that dirty south Oh, the dirty south What should have been the end of that night Wasn't even the beginning Thirteen inches tall at your thigh This is for the friends that you call true I don't feel like dancing ...with you I don't feel like dancing ...with you I don't feel like dancing ... with you ... with you