Woorden: Lou Reed. Live In Italy. Sally Can't Dance.

Sally dances on the floor
She says that she can't do it anymore
She walks down St. Marks Place
And eats natural food at my place

Now, Sally can't dance no more
She can't get it off of the floor
Sally can't dance no more
Sally, she can't dance no more

Sally is loosing her face
She lives on St. Marks Place
In a rent-controlled apartment, eighty dollars a month
She has lots of fun, she has lots of fun but

Sally can't dance no more
No, Sally, she can't dance no more
[Incomprehensible] and can't get off of the floor
Now Sally, she can't dance no more

She was the first girl in the neighborhood
To wear tied-dyed pants, ah, like she should
She was the first girl that I've ever seen
To have flowers painted on her jeans
Now, she wears a sword, like Napoleon
And she kills the boys and acts like a son

Sally can't dance no more
Sally can't dance no more
(Hey, what you mean now)
Sally can't dance no more
Sally, hey, can't dance no more

Sally can't dance
Sally can't dance

She knew all the really right people
She went to Le Jardin
She danced with Picasso's illegitimate mistress
And wore Kenneth Lane jewellery, hey, it's trash but

Sally can't dance no more
(Yeah)
Sally can't dance no more
(You tell me 'bout it)
She can't get herself off of the floor
Hey, Sally, girl, she can't dance no more

(Dance no more, can't)
(I don't believe it, now)
Sally can't dance
(Dance no more, can't)
Sally can't dance

(Dance no more, can't)
(Hey Sally, you mean, you can't dance)
Sally can't dance

(Dance no more, can't)
(I don't believe it, not even for a minute)
Sally can't dance

(Dance no more, can't)
Sally can't dance
(Dance no more, can't)
(No way that Sally can't dance)
Sally can't dance

(Dance no more, can't)
Sally can't dance
(I don't believe it, not even for a minute)
(Dance no more, can't)
Sally can't dance