WELL I SURE LIKE THE WAY YOU MOVE
AND I SURE LIKE YOUR COLORED TATTOOS
MY BABY WELL SHE LOVES TO DANCE
IT’S FRIDAY NIGHT MUSICS IN THE AIR
THE CROWD IS SMILING WITHOUT A CARE
MY BABY WELL SHE LOVES TO DANCE
WE WATCH THE MOON GO DOWN
THE BAND IS BLASTING THAT FAT BASS SOUND
SHE RUNS STRAIGHT BACK INTO THE CROWD AND DANCES ALL BY HERSELF
THE SMELL OF POPCORN IS IN THE AIR
THERE’S NOTHING LIKE A SMALL TOWN FAIR
MY BABY WELL SHE LOVES DANCE
WE DANCE TILL MIDNIGHT IN THE SWIRLING LIGHTS
WELL I SURE LIKE THE WAY YOU DRESS
MY BABY WELL SHE LOVES TO DANCE
SHE’S THE KIND OF GIRL THAT I NEED
I’M THE KIND OF MAN THAT SHE CAN READ
COME ON BABY DANCE DANCE