This song is called "Change Partners

This song is called "Change Partners." I did not write it.  Not sure who did.  I do know that Frank Sinatra sung it.  But I'm don't think he wrote a lot of his music.  Well I don't own the characters Disney does.  I don't own the song um somebody else does.


Must you dance every dance with the same fortunate man?
You have danced with him since the music began.
Won't you change partners and dance with me?

She had him.  Since as long as I can remember.  Even before they made the leap into couple hood, their friendship was more then I could ever hope for.  I'd love to be her friend like that, tell and be told little secrets.  Be the one she turns to for a spin around the room.  I want just one slow rhythm with her and I'll be a happy man.

Must you dance quite so close with your lips touching his face?
Can't you see
I'm longing to be in his place?

I pass on hints to her and to him.  Either they haven't picked up on them or they chose to ignore me.  I don't mean to intrude with their love.  If that does happen I won't complain but I will not seek it out either.  He and I have an unspoken contract over situations like this.  Brothers don't take each other's girls, no matter how hard that can be.  So she'll have to make the first move.

Won't you change partners and dance with me?
Ask him to sit this one out. While you're alone,
I'll tell the waiter to tell him he's wanted on the telephone.

Schemes and trickery fill my head.  Say this do that, never to be fulfilled.  I smile at them, trying to catch her eyes and hold them for a while.  But he'll sway her off and I'll lose the connection.  Whenever he departs from her arms for a snack, to use the bathroom, or something else I go up to her.  While walking up I repeat the words may I have this dance?  Whenever I arrive they never want to leave my head and mouth.

You've been locked in his arms ever since heaven-knows-when.
Won't you change partners and then,
You may never want to change partners again.

Today was different, today was better.  She asked me those five simple but powerful words.  I try to stammer out a response not to my surprise nothing comes and stare into beautiful tinted brown eyes.  I just put my hand out and seal the deal with a devilish grin.  My moment, her moment, our moment to shine.  All I have is three minutes to let her know I'm the one she should be with.  By the way she's holding me tight, the warmth of her touch; I think the ball is now in my court.