i can't dance - Darren Criss

Another night in Paris

On someone else’s tab

You never had it oh so bad

The sun comes up too 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 (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

Ç'est bon, ç'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 (Dance, dance)

I can’t dance anymore, dance anymore

No

I wear my fine couture design

If not for sale, I’m unavail

Ç'est bon (Ç'est bon), ç'est chic (Ç'est chic)

They kiss my cheek

I can’t dance (Woo)

I can’t dance anymore (Dance anymore)

I can’t dance (I can’t dance, no)

I can’t dance

I wear (I wear), my fine (My fine) couture (Couture) design (Design)

If not (If not) for sale (For sale), I’m unavail

Ç'est bon, ç'est chic (Oh)

They kiss my cheek

I can’t dance

No