I must confess I wasn't good
When dancing with my beau
Two left feet they did say I had
And I had no real way to go
So I was avoided like the plague
Luckily I did meet this girl
We'd go to the flicks or opera
And once to a weekly dance
At town called Farnborough
She found I had a fault or two
Disapppointed to say the least
I could tell it from her face
Oh please let me lead she said
I bowed my head in disgrace
But at least I steer my car
It wasn't long before we were wed
And lived such fulfilling lives
We went to dances a few times
In big halls or other dives
Where she could dance with other men
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