She Won’t Dance With Me / Little Queenie

She Won’t Dance With Me / Little Queenie Lyrics

(rod stewart, jorge ben)Friday night she’s dressed to killFishnet tights wearing redhigh heelsAll the boys say she’s cold as iceI won’t sleep until I satisfiedKeep on watching her across the roomWaiting for the band to play a faster tuneI want her number but I’m scared to askI wanna dance and I want her assWhy the fuck is she ignoring meI don’t know what’s wrong with meDance with meShe won’t dance with meWhy won’t she dance with meShe won’t dance with meDance, dance, dance, dance with me, yeahWhy won’t you dance with me? Come on dance with meDance, dance, dance, dance with meHere she comes floating down the street,Sythesised eyed wearing cellophane jeansPracticed in the art of sexualityMy tongue gets tied when I try to speakGot a hard on honey that hurts like hellIf I don’t ask her somebody else willDance with me,( no, don’t wanna dance with you)Why won’t you dance with me( why should I dance with you)Dance, dance, dance please dance with me baby(I won’t dance with youI won’t dance with youWhy should I dance with youI won’t dance with youDance, dance, dance)