She never could dance, or be ready on timeAnd she'd ruin every joke, by forgetting some linesShe bought foolish surprises, she didn't care what they costBut she never could dance, so what have I lost?She never could sing, at least not on keyAnd she never, never thought about herself, but only about meShe was always too willing, too warm to my touchBut she never could dance, so I won't miss her too muchBlame it on, on the things she, she couldn't beBlame it on, most anything, but meShe never would fight, or pout very longHer mouth was too sweet, and her chin was too strongShe was always the lady, the best of allBut she never could dance, so I won't miss her at allNo, she never could dance, so I won't miss her at allOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh