I Don't Care to Dance

Well, I don't care to dance You know this, I've told you I don't dance But the music and your beauty, well they move me, so I take you by the hands But you'll have to lead And so we start to move The tonic that is mixed up with the gin Warm within and working on my limbs, and as the room begins to spin I'm happy to be near you And you laugh as I stare down at my feet Holy mother of the humble and the weak You gently lift my chin, so I can look into your eyes And you rebuke the bullshit and the lies All those people who told me how to be a man Well, I don't want to follow them any longer So twirl me round the floor I begin to hope The tea lights left to gutter and to smoke We're sweating, and we're laughing, and the band is only playing songs we know And I think you really know me Suddenly it's gone The worry that has weighed upon my heart The fear I'm undeserving of the dance that I've been yearning to take part in The blessed invitation And you laugh as I stare down at my feet Holy mother of the humble and the weak You gently lift my chin, so I can look into your eyes And you rebuke the bullshit and the lies All those people who told me how to be a man Well, I don't want to follow them any longer So twirl me round the floor