Lyrics
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!
Writer(s): Rod Stewart, Jorge Lima Menezes
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