When we go out dancing on a Friday night I get this funny feeling not quite right My sense of rhythm is incontrovertibly shite I can't fake it
I can the pity in your big brown eyes The perpetrator lies between my back my thighs It doesn't want to wiggle though I try try try I can't make it
I get feeling that look absurd I get the feeling that I look absurd - and it hurts
I can't shake it
Couldn't walk the line inside the country scene And disco was a flop I'm sure no dancing queen Couldn't really qualify for breakdancing I just it Tried moving my body to the latest hit Someone called the thought I was having a fit I execute the moonwalk like stepped in shit I can't take it
I get the that I look absurd I get the feeling that I look absurd - and it hurts