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.