| I’d like to tell you a story about,
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| What one dance can do,
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| One dance can do,
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| One dance can do.
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| A listen up.
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| After one dance on the floor,
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| She came back, wanting for more, for more.
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| Now I don’t know what it is that I’ve got,
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| What she whispered it was so nice, so nice.
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| But her man is sitting across the way,
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| And he could hear the things I say.
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| Now he watches from the corner of his eyes,
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| So a move like this would be so unwise.
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| Ooh ooh, he’s standing ina my way,
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| Standing in my way hey.
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| You could see,
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| She was more than ready,
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| To make the move with me anytime.
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| Not even thinking of the consequences, oh no no,
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| So I had to think quickly.
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| 'Cause her man his face was looking oh so mean,
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| As if anytime, he could create a scene.
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| So gently I pushed her away,
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| Ooh ooh, he wants to spoil the play.
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| He’s standing in my way, hey,
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| He’s standing in my way.
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| Now I understand how he feels,
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| But I wish he’d give me a little room,
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| I know he’s got himself a raw deal,
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| But I’d like to leave with this lady soon.
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| I didn’t mean, to be so unkind,
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| But I had more than two but one was looking fine.
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| Big spender he was, had to have his own way,
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| Thought he’d leave, but he stayed,
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| Still standing in my way,
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| Standing in my way.
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| Standing in my way hey,
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| Standing in my way.
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| That’s what one dance can do,
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| One dance can do… |