You are the girl that I've been dreaming of ever since I was a little girlYou are the girl that I've been dreaming of ever since I was a little girl
One,
I'm biting my tongue
Two,
He's kissin' on you
Three,
Oh, why can't you see?
One! Two! Three! Four!
The word's on the streets and it's on the news:
I'm not gonna teach him how to dance with you.
He's got two left feet and he bites my moves.
I'm not gonna teach him how to dance, dance, dance, dance
The second I do, I know we're gonna be through.
I'm not gonna teach him how to dance with you.
He don't suspect a thing. I wish he'd get a clue.
I'm not gonna teach him how to dance, dance, dance, dance
One!
You're biting my tongue.
Two!
I'm kissin' on you.
Three!
Is he better than me?
One! Two! Three! Four!
The word's on the streets and it's on the news:
I'm not gonna teach him how to dance with you.
He's got two left feet and he bites my moves.
I'm not gonna teach him how to dance, dance, dance, dance
Wow, everyone's into long titles for songs these days huh? I mean what happened to the days when you just named your songs after one alphabet (namely 'I', as in me, because there should never be anyone else ha ha). I mean just the other day, I saw a song named 'Pork Knuckle, Chicken Feet, Elephant Butts and Squirrel Nuts in the Basket of Shit'. Determined not to be outdone, I wrote a song titled 'Pork Knuckle, Chicken Feet, Elephant Butts and Squirrel Nuts in the Basket of Shite'.
I mean, yeah, mine has to be longer.
Black Kids - I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How to Dance With You (from Partie Traumatic)
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