Bobby Short - Never Gonna Dance Lyrics
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Never Gonna Dance
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What Are The Lyrics For Never Gonna Dance By Bobby Short?
Though
I'm left without a penny, The wolf was discreet, He left me my feet! And so, I put them down on anything but Clarabelle, The perfectly swell romance; Never gonna dance, Never gonna dance, Only gonna love, Never gonna dance! Have I a heart that acts like a heart, Or is it a crazy drum, Beating the weird tattoos Of the St Louis Blues? Have I two eyes to see your two eyes? Or see myself on toes, Dancing on radios For Major Edward Bowes! Though I'm left without a penny, The wolf was discreet, He left me my feet! And so, I put them down on anything but Clarabelle, The perfectly swell romance; Never gonna dance, Only gonna love, Never gonna dance! I'll put my shoes on beautiful trees, I'll give my rhythm back to the breeze, My dinner clothes may dine where they please, For all I really want is you! And to Groucho Marx I give my cravat, To Harpo goes my shiny silk hat, And to heaven I give a vow to adore you; I'm starting now to be much more positive; That though I'm left without a penny, The wolf was not smart, He left me my heart! And so, I cannot go for anything but Clarabelle, The perfectly swell romance; Never gonna dance, Never gonna dance, Only gonna love you, Never gonna dance! |
Who Wrote Never Gonna Dance By Bobby Short?
Dorothy Fields, Jerome Kern
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What's The Duration Of The Never Gonna Dance By Bobby Short?The duration of Never Gonna Dance is 3:11 minutes and seconds. |
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