Lyrics i can't dance - Darren Criss

I can't dance
I can't dance anymore

Another night in Paris
On someone else's tab
You never had it, oh, so bad
The sun's come up too early
The service comes too late
You never had to sit and wait

I wear my fine couture design
I'm on display, New York, L.A.
I want the show, first class, front row
If you put me in the back
Then I would rather die than go

I can't dance
I can't dance anymore
I can't dance (dance)
I can't dance anymore
Dance anymore, no

You started up in London
Or was it Belarus?
I know you get the two confused
They flew you out to Florence
They didn't send the car
Did they even know who you are?

I wear my fine couture design
If not for sale, I'm unavail'
Ç'est bon, ç'est chic
They kiss my cheek
But as for me, aw, mettre les points sur les i

I can't dance
I can't dance anymore
I can't dance (dance, dance)
I can't dance anymore
Dance anymore, no

I wear my fine couture design
If not for sale, I'm unavail'
Ç'est bon (ç'est bon), ç'est chic (ç'est chic)
They kiss my cheek

I can't dance (woo)
I can't dance anymore (dance, dance)
I can't dance (I can't dance, no)
I can't dance

I wear (I wear) my fine (my fine) couture (couture)
Design (design) (I can't dance anymore)
If not (if not) for sale (for sale), I'm unavail'
(I can't dance) ç'est bon, ç'est chic (oh)
They kiss my cheek (I can't dance), no