Letra de 'i can't dance' de Darren Criss

I can’t dance
I can’t dance anymore
Dance anymore

Another night in Paris on someone else’s tab
You never had it oh so bad
The Sun comes up to early, the service comes too late
You never had to sit and wait

I wear my fine couture design
I'm on display, New York, LA
I want the show, first class, front row
If you put me in the back then I would rather die than go

I can’t dance
I can’t dance anymore
I can’t dance
I can’t dance anymore
Dance anymore, no

You started out in London, or was it Belarus?
I know you get the two confused
They flew you out to Florence, they didn’t send a car
Do they even know who you are?

I wear my fine couture design
If not for sale, I'm unavail
C’est bon, c’est chic, they kiss my cheek
But as for me, aw, mettre les points sur les I

I can’t dance
I can’t dance anymore
I can’t dance
I can’t dance anymore
Dance anymore, no

I wear my fine couture design
If not for sale, I'm unavail
C’est bon, c’est chic, they kiss my cheek

I can’t dance
I can’t dance anymore
I can’t dance
I can’t dance anymore
Dance anymore, no

I wear my fine couture design
If not for sale, I'm unavail
C’est bon, c’est chic, they kiss my cheek

I can’t dance
No