I wanna hold her
For a while
So I can tell her
That she's got style

But I know
She don't like my face
She don't like my car
And she won't like my pants but
We can dance

We're talking politics
Over drinks
Who's the President (I am)
Who's the King (who knows)

And I'm not special
I get no breaks
And I'm not lucky
I arrive too late

But I know
You don't like my mind
The colour of my skin
You don't like my stance but
We can dance

You don't like our music
And you don't like our songs
You don't like our band but
We can dance

We can dance
Just give me one more chance