She Won't Dance With Me (Live)

Friday night, she dressed to kill Fish net tights, with red high heels All the boys say she's cold as ice I don't sleep until I'm satisfied I keep on watchin' her across the room Waitin' for the band to play a faster tune I want her number, but I'm scared to ask I want to dance 'cause I want her ass! Why the fuck is she ignoring me? I don't know what's wrong with me Dance with me, dance with me Dance with me Dance with me Dance, dance, dance, dance with me Come on, band Come on, band Here she comes, walkin' down the street Synthesized eyes, wearin' cellophane jeans Practicin' the art of sexuality My tongue gets tied when I try to speak Got a hard-on, honey, that hurts like hell If she don't love me, somebody else will Dance with me, dance with me Dance with me? Come on, baby, dance with me Dance, dance, dance, dance with me Woo! Well Woo!! Dance with me, dance with me Dance with me Come on, San Diego, dance with me Dance, dance, dance, dance with me, woo! Dance with me, dance with me Dance with me Dance with me Dance, dance, dance, dance with me Whoa!