(Mary Chapin Carpenter)



Fetch me a glass, let's fill it with fine romance

Pour slow the wine, then let your eyes kiss mine

You, you with the charming eyes

Lately I've found myself truly beguiled

If this is a waltz, then I can't refuse

To dance with a man like you.



She must be fine, she must be enchantingly kind

And she must be fair, and never reveal that she cares

Then, then when you've got her heart

Spin her around till she begs you to stop

But this is a waltz and no lady refuses

To dance with a man like you.



And if she inquires the meaning of love

You'll silence her words with a glance

And if she desires to wonder and pause

You'll charmingly ask her to dance



You promised me that you would forever be kind

And if meant to be, our love would find comfort in time

Now, now that you feel no more

How could I follow you out to the floor

And now it's the waltz but I have to refuse

To dance with a man like you

But this is your waltz and you'll find someone new

To dance with a man like you