Two Left Feet

There was one certain girl I was hoping to meet
Would have asked her to dance but for my two left feet
She wasn’t sitting with anyone else
I was just sitting there all by myself
I said I didn’t dance, I have two left feet
To this other girl, standing over me in my seat
Besides it wasn’t really my kind of beat
And this wasn’t the girl I was hoping to meet
I wasn’t attracted, not on first glance
She wouldn’t go away, I didn’t want to dance
She lifted me up to my two left feet
My eyes went to the girl I was hoping to meet
I was thinking I could make a break for the door
But she pulled me out there onto the dance floor
The band started in on an old fashioned waltz
She didn’t lead so I did by default
It was awkward enough, those very first steps
I stepped on her right toes and then on her left
Evading her eyes I tried to be discreet
Keeping tabs on the girl I was hoping to meet
Her hand on my waist made me relax
She moved it up to the small of my back
Touching a nerve, I shot her a glance
She said «I thought you told me you couldn’t dance
She pointed down at my right foot
Going to all the right places, wherever I’d put it
She followed me when I spun her around
And when I dipped her all the way down
The way her hair fell back, and hung to the floor
The way we locked eyes then, and forevermore
The thing about beauty, and I don’t know why
Sometimes you don’t see it ‘till it pokes you in the eye
The one song ended & another began
We exchanged names and applauded the band
I guess I never did let go of her hand
For the next couple hours we danced & we danced
Now we go out dancing every Saturday night
She dresses up and she’s quite a sight
This was the girl I didn’t want to meet
But that was the guy with two left feet