poetry

i won’t dance
not a chance
i’m feeling rather shy
so don’t even ask, tough guy

there ain’t no beat
that’ll move my feet
no, not tonight boy
tonight i’m just a killjoy

why do you persist
when i insist
that i prefer to stay
won’t dance the night away

no, no, no, jazz won’t do
not even the blues
i’m starting to drown
in that god-awful sound
so please turn it down
i’m starting to frown

just take me home so i can rest
i just want out of this dress
tomorrow, maybe, we’ll go out one more
and i’ll get my butt on the floor
tomorrow, maybe, i really just might
but i promise you babe, i won’t dance tonight

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