It's the last dance of the night
Now, he thinks that he just might
Ask the girl for a dance
(Could be the beginning) of a new romance
She says she will
As they glide across the floor
(Eyes closed, flashing lights) could he ever ask for more?
Step by step, dancing cheek to cheek
He gazed into her eyes, and she made to speak
She whispered in his ear
Stop treading on my toes
I think you're a heel, you're treading on my toes
Stop treading because - it hurts
Stop treading on - my red shoes
I think you're a heel, 'cos you're hurting my soul
Eclectic music label based in Bristol, UK. Specialising in short run limited editions that nevertheless shift very few copies. Local Underground is Rocker's baby, baby.