Paroles: The Rolling Stones. Dance Little Sister.

On Thursday night she looked a fright;
Her pricki hair all curled, oh Lord, what a sight.
Dance, dance, little sister, dance.

On Friday night she's all decked out;
Her high heel shoes, her dress so tight.
Dance, dance little sister, dance.

On Saturday night she bass-a-dee;
She stepping high on Frederick's Street.
Dance, dance, little sister, dance.

I said dance, dance, little sister, dance,
Dance, little sister, dance,
Dance, little sister, dance.
I said dance, dance, little sister, dance,
Dance, little sister, dance,
Dance, little sister, dance.

It make me hot, I wet with sweat;
It burn like hell, I've four hours left.
Dance, dance, little sister, dance.

Get next to me, drive me close;
Don't mammaguay, I lose control.
Dance, dance with fire, dance.

I said dance, dance, little sister, dance,
Dance, little sister, dance,
Dance, little sister, dance.
I said dance, dance, little sister, dance,
Dance, little sister, dance,
Dance, little sister, dance.

Jump out of Africa with a step that looks so bold.
Ah, when you kickin' high it make my blood run cold.

I said dance, dance, little sister, dance,
Dance, little sister, dance,
Dance, little sister, dance.
I said dance, dance, little sister, dance,
Dance, little sister, dance,
Dance, little sister, dance.

On Saturday night we don't go home;
We bacchanal, there ain't no dawn.
Dance, little sister, dance.
I said dance, dance, little sister,
Dance little sister,
Dance little sister, dance....