Ona: Heaven; I´m in heaven.
And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak.
And I seem to find the happiness I seek.
When we´re out together, dancing,
cheek to cheek.
On: A fine romance with no kisses.
A fine romance, my friend, this is.
You never give the orchids I send a glance!
Ona: No, you like cactus plants.
Oba: This is a fine romance
Ona: The way you wear your hat.
The way you sing off key.
The memory of all that;
No, no they can´t take that away from me.
No, they can´t take that away from me.
On: /: I wanna dance don´t ask me :/
I wanna dance, madame, with you.
I know that music leads the way to romance.
Ona: And if I ask you to hold me in your arms;
I wanna dance.
On: I´m putting on my top hat,
tying up my tie,
brushing off my tails.
I´m doing up my shirt front,
putting in my shirt studs,
polishing my nails.
Ona: I´m stepping out, my dear,
to breathe an atmosphere
that simply reeks of class.
On: And I´ll trust that you´ll excuse my dust,
when I step on the gas.
Oba: For I´ll be there
putting on my top hat,
tying up my tie
Dancing through the night
Dancing through the night
