I won't dance, don't ask me I won't dance, don't ask me I won't dance, monsieur, with you My heart won't let my feet do things they should do You know what, you're lovely And so what, I'm lovely But, 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 am 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 paves the way for romance So if you hold me in your arms I won't dance Hold me in your arms Hold me in your arms Even if you hold me in your arms I won't dance