Text: Mark McGuinn. She Doesn't Dance.

She was in the middle of an empty dance floor
Wrapped up in a tall dark stranger's arms
They didn't see me slip in through the shadows
And sit down at the end of the bar

She was kissin' him all over
The way she never kissed me
I knew it was her in a heartbeat
But I knew it couldn't be

She doesn't dance
And she hates dark smokey places
She doesn't own any fancy high heel shoes
Or short sexy dresses

Her hair would be up
The way that I love
Never so down and crazy
Believe me, I know my baby
And she doesn't dance

The bartender said, "Can you believe it?
Man some guys have all the luck
But in a cold old world so full of pain and heartache
It's good to see somebody so in love"

When they walked out together
I just sat there all alone
I thought, "God, I hate that woman
But I love the one at home"

She doesn't dance
And she hates dark smokey places
She doesn't own any fancy high heel shoes
Or short sexy dresses

Her hair would be up
The way that I love
Never so down and crazy
Believe me, I know my baby
And she doesn't dance

It's like a bad movie
That's lasted too long
It's all about her
But it has to be wrong

She doesn't dance
And she hates dark smokey places
She doesn't own any fancy high heel shoes
Or short sexy dresses

Her hair would be up
The way that I love
Never so down and crazy
Believe me I know my baby
And she doesn't dance

Believe me, she doesn't dance