She makes you feel
the fire so real.
When her music plays,
that angel sways all your worries in a neon smoke.
So before you fall,
you ought to know.
She'll dance for whiskey.
She'll dance for beer.
Dance away your loneliness.
Dance away all your tears.
But at the end of each night,
when they turn up those lights,
when push comes to shove, look but don't touch.
She'll dance for whiskey.
She won't dance
for love.
She shares a home with a love of her own.
He works hard all day.
She works hard
all night.
He never asks her when, where, or why.
Now that kind of trust,
money can't
buy.
She'll dance for beer.
Dance away your loneliness.
Dance away all your tears.
But
when they turn up those lights,
when push comes to shove,
look but don't touch.
She'll
dance for whiskey.
She'll dance for beer.
Dance away your loneliness.
Dance away all your
tears.
But at the end of each night,
when they turn up those lights,
when push comes to shove, look but don't touch.
She'll dance for whiskey.
She won't dance for love.