Night in Tunisia-Michel Legrand

The night is getting on The band is getting slow The crowd is almost gone But here we are still dancing Nothing to do, but waltz Our feet can barely move My legs are yelling "Whoa" But we're in such a groove And love is still advancing Nothing to do, but waltz You can't suggest that we could go on jitterbugging No bugging We've nothing left for moves more strenuous than hugging Just hugging But we don't need much room to gently cut-a-rug in, we two We're dead on our feet And the sauce is repeatin' But what can you do? I tried another juice And get from head to toe My body's feeling loose And warm and kind of supple Nothing to do, but waltz My man would slip away My arms just won't let go I think I'd like to stay, Till we're the only couple Nothing to do, but waltz You never know how far this sort of thing can get you One never knows, one never, never knows We're not as tired as we would like to think, I bet you You stay up half the night with me, if I would let you Yes So come, let the waltz play again