Lyrics She Won't Dance With Me / Little Queenie [1982 Live Version] - Rod Stewart

All the night she dressed to kill
Fish net tights with red high heels
All the boys say she′s cold as ice
I won't sleep until I′m satisfied

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 wanna dance and I want her ass
Want to fuck her, she′s no relief
I don't know what′s wrong with me

Dance with me
She won't dance with me
Why won′t she dance wih me
She won't dance with me
Dance, dance, dance, dance with me

Why won′t she dance with me
Come on, dance with me
Dance, dance, dance, dance with me

Here she comes floatin' 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 I don′t ask her somebody else will

Dance with me
Don't wanna dance with you
Why won′t you dance with me
Why should I dance with you
Dance, dance, dance
Please dance with me, baby

I won't dance with you
I won′t dance with you
Why should I dance with you
I won't dance with you...