Dancing with a Man

I saw her sittin' in a barroom in that smokey atmosphere She smiled back at me as I drank down one last beer She pulled me on the dancefloor and we danced a song or two It was then I realized that I had bit off more than I could chew Chorus I think I'm dancing with a man She's got calasses on her hands She's got a voice deeper than mine She gets a stiffy when we grind I think I'm dancing with a man We sat down and talked a while and we listened to the band Then a friend of mine walked by and he asked her if she'd dance Then he gently took her hand (oooooh-oooooh) And he twirled her round and round It looked like he was having fun until her skirt fell to the ground Chorus I think he's dancing with a man The boys at the lodge won't understand With her hand on his behind They two-stepped till half past 9 I think he's dancing with a man Ohhh shit I think we're dancing with a man It'll be known throughout the land Two boys from Texas danced the jig with a dude who wore a wig We've been dancing with a man She crushed a beer can on her head Good Lord her foreheads red We've been dancing with a big man