Will I/won’t I give you one more chance?
Strictly speaking I’m much too old for this.
No; I’m no longer much inclined to dance.
Come on, this is hardly a fine romance.
But I start to remember, reminisce…
Will I/Won’t I give you one more chance?
Moonlight and roses, Rome, Venice, France
- for a time. When
did we last kiss?
No; I’m no longer much inclined to dance.
Maybe goodbye - not another glance.
Dare I fall down into the abyss?
Will I/won’t I give you one more chance?
You are a boil that I should lance
full of poison I mistook for bliss.
No; I’m no longer much inclined to dance.
Oh, yes my lovely I’m taking a stance:
no more questioning. It won’t be amiss.
Will I/won’t I give you one more chance?
No; I’m no longer much inclined to dance.
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