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What do you mean, god gave me two left feet?
Shooting me glares from the passenger seat
Come on, baby, we got all dressed up,
Won't you dance with me?
Why, baby, why do you give me trouble?
I'm trying to hide as not to be seen
But I know you mean well, step on my feet
Come dance with me
Come on, try to have a good time
There's a punch bowl, but you brought red wine
Come on, baby, show me what's a good time
Why, baby, why?