In your morning terror of not knowing what to wear I'll race down to your house Catch you standing in the bare Why do you shiver in your clothes When you've paid for them all on your own
And I've got blue-colored eyes The union has been unkind
Now I don't want to dance anymore I am through I could never ever be that guy, that's for you to do
Now I don't want to dance anymore I am through I could never ever be that guy, that's for you to do
And when the chip's off your shoulder And you're back home in your own bed You should invite me over I'll show you how to write a hit I can't promise it will sell But I can promise you it won't be shit
Yes I'm an envious shrew But it should be me, not you Ha, ha, ha, ha
Now I don't want to dance anymore I am through I could never ever be that guy, that's for you to do
Now I don't want to dance anymore I am through I could never ever be that guy, that's for you to do
And I've got blue-color eyes The union has been unkind Yes I'm an envious shrew But it should be me, not you
Now I don't want to dance anymore I am through I could never ever be that guy, that's for you to do
Now I don't want to dance anymore I am through I could never ever be that guy, that's for you to do
Now I don't want to dance anymore I don't want to dance anymore Now I don't want to dance anymore