My lack of rhythm

Keeps me from romance

Because I’m a white guy

Who can’t dance

Standing in the corner

With cake and the punch

And Mrs. Albert

The math teacher

Smell the Germans

In the disco in leather pants

They get so frisky

When they dance

I can’t forgive them

They touched you while they danced

And they break-danced

They can dance

I could not wait to see your face that night

I could not wait to smell your skin that night

Your corsage fell while dancing in the light

I could not wait to see your face that night