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(Rod Stewart, Jorge Ben) Friday night she's dressed to kill Fishnet tights wearing redhigh heels All the boys say she's cold as ice I won't sleep until I satisfied Keep on watching her across the room Waiting for the band to play a faster tune I want her number but I'm scared to ask I wanna dance and I want her ass Why the fuck is she ignoring me I don't know what's wrong with me Dance with me She won't dance with me Why won't she dance with me She won't dance with me Dance, dance, dance, dance with me, yeah Why won't you dance with me? Come on dance with me Dance, dance, dance, dance with me Here she comes floating down the street, Sythesised eyed wearing cellophane jeans Practiced in the art of sexuality SongtexteMy tongue gets tied when I try to speak Got a hard on honey that hurts like hell If I don't ask her somebody else will Dance 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 you I won't dance with you Why should I dance with you I won't dance with you Dance, dance, dance) Aus Songtexte Mania