She Won't Dance with Me / Little Queenie - Live 1982

Friday night, she's dressed to kill

Fishnet tights, wearing red high heels

All the boys say she's cold as ice

I won't sleep until I satisfied

I keep on watching her across the room

Waiting for the band to play a faster tune

I want her number, but I'm scared to ask

I wanna dance 'cause I wanna ask

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

Why won't you dance with me?

Dance, dance, dance, dance with me

Here she comes, walking down the street

Synthesized eye wearing cellophane jeans

Practiced in the art of sexuality

My tongue gets tied when I try to speak

Got a hard-on, honey, hurts me like hell

If I don't bother another else will

Dance with me

Dance with me

Dance with me

Dance with me

Dance, dance, dance, dance with me

Tell me who's the queen

Standin' over by the record machine

Looking like a model

On the cover of a magazine

She's too cute to be a minute over 17

Go, go, go, little queenie

Go, go, go, little queenie

Go, go, go, little queenie

Meanwhile, I was still thinkin'

If it's a slow song, she'll omit it

If it's a rocker, then we'll get it

And if it's good, she'll admit it

C'mon, queenie, let's get with it

Go, go, go, little queenie

Go, go, go, little queenie

Go, go, go, little queenie

Dance with me

Won't you dance with me?

Dance with me

Dance with me

Dance, dance, dance, dance with me