bottledWalter

Written: 5/3/01
Words: Walter Koning

I don’t wanta dance
No not tonight, don’t push me out
I don’t wanta dance
I’m not in the groove tonight
Bay-beh
I don’t wanta dance

My headaches gone
Only now that I’ve, drowned in this bar
My headaches gone
A beer washed it away,
Bay-beh
My headaches gone

I’m all dressed up, no place to go
Don’t have a date, none to show off for
I’m all dressed up, no place to go
No interview it’s just casual,
Bay-beh
No place to go

I can’t say no
Not to you babe, that you should know
I can’t say no
Be careful of what you ask for,
Bay-beh
I can’t say no

My minds a mess
Can’t say it’s from, lighting up grass
My minds a mess
Like jello it jiggles,
Bay-beh
My minds a mess

I don’t wanta dance
It’s not my thing, don’t force it on me
I don’t wanta dance
Except with you and you alone,
Bay-beh
I don’t wanta dance