I Won't Dance - Frank Sinatra

I won't dance, don't ask me I won't dance, don't ask me I won't dance, madame with you My heart won't let my feet do things that they should do You know what, you're lovely You know what, you're so 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 'Specially when you do the Continental But this feeling isn't purely mental For Heaven rest us, Im 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 beaucoup I know that music leads the way to romance So If I hold you in my arms, I won't dance I won't dance, don't ask me I won't dance, don't ask me I won't dance, madame with you My heart won't let my feet do things that they want to do You know what, you're lovely Ring-a-ding-ding, you're 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 'Specially when you do the Continental But this feeling isn't purely mental For Heaven rest us, Im not asbestos And that's why I won't dance I won't dance I won't dance, merci beaucoup I know that music leads the way to romance So If I hold you in my arms I won't dance

(She) Think of what you're losing By constantly refusing to dance with me. You'd be the idol of France with me! And yet you stand there and shake Your foolish head dramatic'lly. While I wait here so ecstatic'lly You just look and say emphatic'lly Not this season! There's a reason! (He) I won't dance! Don't ask me; I won't dance! Don't ask me; I won't dance, Madame, with you. My heart won't let my feet do the things they should do! You know what? You're lovely, (She) And so what? I'm lovely! (He) 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! (She) When you dance you're charming and you're gentle! 'Spec'lly when you do the Continental. (He) But this feeling isn't purely mental; For heaven rest us, I'm not asbestos. 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!