Letra de I Won't Dance

(Ella) 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 dramatically While wait here so ecstatically You just look and say emphatically; (Louis) I won't dance, don't ask me I won't dance, don't ask me I won't dance, madam, with you My heart won't let my feet do things they should do You know what, you're lovely And so what? You're still 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 Especially when you do the continental But this feeling isn't purely mental For heaven rest us! I'm 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 (Ella) 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 handsome And so what? You're handsome 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 Especially when you do the continental But this feeling isn't purely mental For heaven rest us! I'm 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 leads the way to romance So if I hold you in my arms, I won't dance (Louis) I won't dance, don't ask me I won't dance, don't ask me I will not dance, madame, with you My heart won't let my feet do things they should do You know what? You're kinda lovely (Ella) And so what? I'm lovely (Louis) 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 (Ella) When you dance you're charming and you're gentle Especially when you do the continental (Louis) But this feeling isn't purely mental For heaven rest us! I'm not asbestos, honey! (Ella) 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