But, if dances don't lead to romances
You might as well be born, be born with two left feet
You might be a sweet young, sweet young pretty, pretty
Don't impress the people that you meet
People, friendly people that you meet
And at the dances you can't keep your seat
You might be a stone, stone expert at kissing
Brother, when there ain't no, ain't nobody lis'nin'
But it don't do too much good to be talkin'
And if you are shy, just not much of a talker
You might be a sweet-toned sure 'nuff high-class talker
But the city really ain't no bigger than the friendly