<p>Not Dancing</p>
<p>I can’t remember now I was very young
I didn’t realize I didn’t have a tongue
You at the high school sweating on the floor
I never wanted that, I never wanted more </p>
<p>Maybe I’m a bit naive
Maybe I’ve got something up my sleeve</p>
<p>You’re not dancing
You’re not dancing
You’re not dancing
You’re not dancing </p>
<p>I can’t remember now the day you went away
I never had the lines I never had the face </p>
<p>Maybe I’m a bit naive
Maybe I’ve got something up my sleeve</p>
<p>You’re not dancing
You’re not dancing
You’re not dancing
You’re not dancing </p>
<p>I watch you dance and I rub my eyes
You go and go for the guy</p>
<p>I lost a button
I rub my hands</p>
<p>You’re making love at the bar
I’m silent parking</p>
<p>I watch the stars
Floating slow
And heads of hair
Go and go to the radio, radio, radio, radio </p>
<p>Maybe I’m a bit naive
Maybe I’ve got something up my sleeve</p>
<p>You’re not dancing (x4)</p>
<p>You’re not dancing </p>
<p>You’re not dancing </p>
<p>You’re not dancing (x9)</p>
<p>© 2009 Chris LeRoy. Published by New West Crash Music/ASCAP</p>
