The first of the month brings back the notion Of a big round white dance hall and a cool summer night Red cherry faces set black shoes in motion To the oom pa pa rhythm of a German delight And I tried hard to tell you I was no kinda dancer Took my hand to prove I was wrong You guided me gently though I thought I could never We were dancing together at the end of the song A taught little bald man like a German war hero With buxom matrons to a quick John Paul Jones Drapes of crepe paper a ball made of mirrors Cast shiny reflections on a brass slide trombone And I tried hard to tell you I was no kinda dancer Took my hand to prove I was wrong You guided me gently though I thought I could never We were dancing together at the end of the song A man was still dancing with his phantom partner Though the band had quit playing at the evening's end And it made me feel lucky that I had a partner To teach me the dance steps and come back again And I tried hard to tell you I was no kinda dancer Took my hand to prove I was wrong You guided me gently though I thought I could never We were dancing together at the end of the song And I tried hard to tell you Took my hand to prove I was wrong You guided me gently though I thought I could never We were dancing together at the end of the song © KEEN EDGE MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com