Look at me
I would like to dance
but I haven't the clothes
for romance
swo I'll stay with
the boys in the band
I would like to be cool
like the ladies
who drool as they advance
but I can't get my feet 
to go where I lead
with my toes

At the debutante's ball
everybody does all
they can do to enhance
every corset in town
in a gown made
specially in France
And the men here
can tell at a glance
I would like to maintain
to sit on my hands
And I only got into the swim
by the seat of my pants

Not another woman in the world
who could make a living
pitching the light fandango
dancing on the streets
of the city
Look at me, playing
freelance at the ball
Catch my entrance to the hall
far from the gilded lily

Look at me
Would you like to dance
I've a book illustrating
the stance
And I can't get my head
to go where I lead
with my toes
I feel solo