Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Marc Gunn
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Marc Gunn
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
One, two, one, two, three
This is the social event of the season
It's not my game, but you give me reason
You dance with kindness a-round the floor
While your escort seems ready for war
His hand is tight around your arm
Your dignity he's doing harm
I see you flinch. To restore your calm
I will break the rules with all of my charm
Give me the favor of a dance
Give me the favor of a dance
She spoke of your generosity
Given that, then won't you please
Give me the favor of a dance
He lets us dance though it's not my game
Then cuts it short and puts you to shame
Lay into him and we dance on the floor
We draw our swords, ready for war
Give me the favor of a dance
Give me the favor of a dance
You spoke with such animosity
Given that, then won't you please
Give me the favor of a dance
I leave him lying in a puddle of shame
It might be fun but this ain't my game
The cruel rules of your society
Are different than those for me
Give me the favor of a dance
Give me the favor of a dance
We prefer generosity
Given that, then won't you please
Give me the favor of a dance
We prefer generosity
Given that, then won't you please
Give me the favor of a dance
Written by: Marc Andrew Gunn