Another Friday night, kitchen on ten
Spinning you around and you lean in
You whisper, "Don't stop dancin' with me"
Lookin' in your eyes without missing a beat
When seven Spanish angels come to carry me home
The steel stops cryin' and the fiddle's all gone
When Texas runs outta Strait and Memphis ain't playing the blues
That's the day I stop dancin' with you
Till the record don't turn and the two don't step
I'll be in your arms every chance I get
I'll be hanging on you like a neon moon
Till California skies run outta blue
When seven Spanish angels come to carry me home
The steel stops cryin' and the fiddle's all gone
When Texas runs outta Strait and Memphis ain't playing the blues
That's the day I stop dancin' with you
Baby, all I wanna do
Is dance through this life with you, oh
When seven Spanish angels come to carry me home
The steel stops cryin' and the fiddle's all gone
When Texas runs outta Strait and Memphis ain't playing the blues
That's the day I stop dancin' with you
When Heaven gets another pair of boots
That's the day I stop dancin' with you
The day I stop dancin', baby
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