He said let's go out for drinks
And we'll talk some business
I was young I didn't think
And the next thing I knew
I was driving his Rolls Royce
Trying to keep him off my dress
I'd never been in a Rolls Royce
But I wasn't impressed
Can't you tell
I don't dance well
No I don't dance oh I don't dance no
I don't dance well
I kept bringing up his wife
And I told him I went to church
He said oh that's very nice
Then the waiter brought our food
I was hungry so I ate
Then I said it's getting late
And I wish you'd take me home
But he wanted to dance
Can't you tell
I don't dance well
I don't dance oh I don't dance
Oh I don't dance well
When I hate the music
When I hate the song
Turn off the radio-awhoa-awhoa
I was fired soon after
(bummer)
And my boyfriend was so mad
I collected my two weeks pay
And that was the end of that
Can't you tell I don't dance well
I don't dance oh I don't dance oh I don't dance well
When I hate the music
When I hate the song
Turn off the radio-awhoa-awhoa
Cause I don't dance
For just anyone.
Writer(s): Dallas Davidson, Lee Brice, Rob Hatch
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