Lyrics Michael Bublé

Michael Bublé

Come Dance with Me

Hey there, cutes

Put on your dancing boots

And come dance with me!

Come dance with me,

What an evening for

Some Terpsichore!

Pretty face,

I know a swinging place

Come on, dance with me!

Romance with me on a crowded floor!

And while the rhythm swings,

What lovely things we'll be saying!

And what is dancing but making love,

Set the music playing.

When the band

Begins to leave the stand

And folks start to roam,

As we wing home,

Cheek to cheek we'll be

So come on, come on, come on, come on and dance with me!

Hey there, sweets,

Throw on those Latin cleats

And come dance with me!

What I mean is come on and my let's cha-cha-cha!

And leave your sweat

And do the bongo bit

Come on, dance with me!

Romance with me

Ooh, la, la, la, la

I don't care what it has,

'Cause that jabon jazz makes me move it!

And we charade when the band starts to groove it,

They groove it!

Come on by,

'Cause we're all set to fly

And I'll let you lead

If that's agreed,

You'll know where I'll be!

So come on, come on, come on

Come on, come on, come on

Come on, come on, come on, come and dance with me!

I'll do the cha-cha-cha,

Ooh, the merengue

We'll grow the tango

Come on and dance with me!