(Ella)
Think of what you´re losing by constantly refusing to dance with me
You´d be the idol of France with me
And yet you stand there and shake your foolish head dramatically

While wait here so ecstatically
You just look and say emphatically;

(Louis)
I won´t dance, don´t ask me
I won´t dance, don´t ask me
I won´t dance, madam, with you
My heart won´t let my feet do things they should do
You know what, you´re lovely
And so what? You´re still lovely
And oh, what you do to me
I´m like an ocean wave that´s bumped on the shore
I feel so absolutely stumped on the floor

When you dance you´re charming and you´re gentle
Especially when you do the continental
But this feeling isn´t purely mental

For heaven rest us! I´m not asbestos

And that´s why
I won´t dance. Why should I?
I won´t dance. How could I?
I won´t dance, merci beaucoup
I know that music leads the way to romance
So if I hold you in my arms, I won´t dance

(Ella)
I won´t dance, don´t ask me
I won´t dance, don´t ask me
I won´t dance, monsieur, with you
My heart won´t let my feet do things they should do

You know what, you´re handsome
And so what? You´re handsome

And oh, what you do to me
I´m like an ocean wave that´s bumped on the shore
I feel so absolutely stumped on the floor
When you dance you´re charming and you´re gentle
Especially when you do the continental
But this feeling isn´t purely mental
For heaven rest us! I´m not asbestos

And that´s why
I won´t dance. Why should I?
I won´t dance. How could I?
I won´t dance, merci beau coup
I know that music leads the way to romance
So if I hold you in my arms, I won´t dance

(Louis)
I won´t dance, don´t ask me
I won´t dance, don´t ask me

I will not dance, madame, with you
My heart won´t let my feet do things they should do

You know what? You´re kinda lovely

(Ella)
And so what? I´m lovely

(Louis)
But oh, what you do to me
I´m like an ocean wave that´s bumped on the shore
I feel so absolutely stumped on the floor
(Ella)
When you dance you´re charming and you´re gentle
Especially when you do the continental

(Louis)

But this feeling isn´t purely mental
For heaven rest us! I´m not asbestos, honey!

(Ella)
And that´s why
I won´t dance. Why should I?
I won´t dance. How could I?
I won´t dance, merci beaucoup
I know that music leads the way to romance
So if I hold you in my arms, I won´t dance