Ringo Starr

By Steve Duboff and Gerry Robinson
I WAS SITTING AT THE BAR, TALKING TO A LADY FRIEND,
SIPPING ON A GLASS OF WINE AND MAKING TIME, - YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.
THEN MY FAVOURITE RECORD PLAYED AND I TURNED TO WATCH THE CROWD,
BUT ONE DANCIN' LADY MADE ME SPILL MY WINE.
SHE LOOKED SO WILD AND SHE LOOKED SO FREE AND SHE MOVED SO TEMPTINGLY,
ALL THE BOYS HAD JUST ONE QUESTION ON THEIR MINDS;
CAN SHE DO IT LIKE SHE DANCES?
CAN SHE DO IT LIKE SHE DANCES?
OH, THE WAY SHE MOVE, I'D LIKE TO RENDEZVOUS HER,
FIND IF SHE CAN REALLY DO IT LIKE SHE DANCES.
(Oo, oo, oo)
AS SHE MOVED AROUND THE FLOOR I KEPT MOVIN' 'ROUND THE BAR,
ALMOST GOT INTO A FIGHT TO KEEP HER IN SIGHT.
WHEN THE DANCE WAS FINALLY THROUGH, FOUND MYSELF EXHAUSTED TOO,
AND I KNEW THAT I'D BE WONDERING ALL NIGHT:
CAN SHE DO IT LIKE SHE DANCES?
CAN SHE DO IT LIKE SHE DANCES?
OH, THE WAY SHE MOVE, I'D LIKE TO RENDEZVOUS,
AND FIND IF SHE CAN REALLY DO IT LIKE SHE DANCES.
SOME GIRLS GET OFF BY PUTTING ON A SHOW,