I just don't care about the evening news
I never listen to the crack house blues
They say the city is a place to be
I want to dance with Emily

Everybody come around the window shop
I guess they've never seen the moves I got
I want to be with what the people see
I want to dance with Emily

Emily, sweet baby, won't you be my wife?
Cutting me wide open with a kitchen knife
Everybody said that she's under age
Honky tried to shoot her with a seven gauge
Now I got the cookies that your mama sent
I got permission from the government
Someone should mention to the minister
Now I gotta dance with Jennifer

Jenny's got a mouth so full of pigeon's cum
On top a mountain made a bubblegum
Don't understand what all the grief is for
Now I gotta dance with Eleanor

Eleanor, I wonder if we go too slow
Straight down the hatch beneath the streetlights' glow
Baby, when I get you on a Persian rug
That's the kind of movies I've been dreaming of
Ow ow

I tell you something that you think I'd know
I got two tickets to the sold out show
Some of the fellas like to think I'm Greek
I want to love you maybe three days a week
Oh

I just don't care about the evening news
I never listen to the crackhouse blues
I want to be with what the people see
I want to dance with Emily

I want to dance with Emily

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Writer(s): Adam Green