Last Dance

Last dance.
Oh let your eyes have followed her to the dance floor.
Your heart has been dying to ask her for a dance.
It's fair, your eyes began to grew.
Your dumb mouth will not take the chance.
Well are you some kinda psychedelic wallflower.
Why don't you walk right up and ask her for her hand.
Maybe she'll funk with you.
Oh maybe she'll funk with you.
So funky!
Oh all night your eyes.
Enjoy what your whole body craves to feel.
Last dance.
Last dance.
I dance alone and never gaze in her direction.
Maybe she'll get funky with you.
It does not mean that we did not trade affection.
Last dance.
By a little degree I always be that open.
Last dance.
Yes you let your imagination sworn, hey.
Last dance.
Well are you some kinda psychedelic wall flower.
Maybe she'll get funky with you.
Now them days and twisted bodies in your psyche.
Oh he's leavin' I'll pay sister.
Last dance.
You smartly hand you're not dreamin'.
Maybe she'll get funky with you, ah ah.
Oh, aren't you meant to be in joy heaven.
It would have been, had you gotten with her.
It's not so bad after all.
It's not biorhythmic, psychoanalitic, profound.
It leads a lot of weird dreams.
Maybe she'll get funky with you.
Sensitivity.
May I have this dance.
OH LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA.
The last dance...
Maybe the last dance.
You see it's 2 o'clock in the morning.
You see, the last dance, hey baby.
Last dance.
Oh let your eyes have followed her to dance floor.
Your heart has been dying to ask her for a dance.
It's fair, your eyes began to grew.
Your dumb mouth will not take the chance.
Well are you some kinda psychedelic wall flower...



Credits
Writer(s): William Collins, Robert Johnson, Stephanie Linn
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