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I saw her sittin in a bar room, in that smoky atmosphere. She smiled back at me, as I drank down one last beer. She pulled
me on the dance floor, we danced a song or two. It was then I realized that I'd bit off more than I could chew.
I think I'm dancin' with a man! She's got calluses on her hands, she's got a voice like Johnny Cash, is she hiding a
mustache? I think I'm dancin' with a man.
We sat down and talked a while, and we listened to the band, and a friend of mine walked by and he asked her if she'd dance,
then he gently too her hand, and he twirled her round and round. It looked like he was havin' fun, until her skirt fell to
the ground.
I think he's dancin' with a man! The boys at the lodge won't understand. As they 2 stepped cross the floor, I quickly headed
for the door, I think he's dancin' with a man.
Good Lord, We're dancin' with man! It'll be known throughout the land. 2 boys from Texas dance a jig with a dude who wore a
wig, we've been dancin' with a man.
She crushed a beer can on her head, Good Lord her forehead's red, we've been dancin' with a damn big man.
[Thanks to Chrystal for lyrics]
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