The Road to Morocco

de Fred Astaire

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

Say, you know what? you're lovely
You know what? you're lovely, but oh, what you do to me
I'm like a 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 continental
But this feeling isn't puraling mental
For heaving rest us, i'm not asbestos

And that's why i won't dace, 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 romence
So if i hold you in my arms i won't dance

Oh, when you dace, you're charming and you're gentle
Specially when you do continental
But this feeling isn't puraling mental
For heaving rest us, i'm not asbestos
And that's why i won't dace, 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 romence
So if i hold you in my arms i won't dance

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