But baby, I want's to be loved Every time I ask ya, for a date You don't come at all or you mighty late I ask you to dance, a little spin You said "wait a minute, daddy, here come my friend" I like the way you walk when you passin' by Even when you

Baby wants to dance Through every long hot heavy summer And all of them, they talk of national security Over garden fences made to buff the bastard breeze Past the flat footed charterhouse boys From towns where the mothers can't stand The sight of each