There is a lady that I know,

She is pretty, and her hair

Is as white a snow.

She can dance every night,

And swing until they put out the lights.

She dresses very neat,

And wears silver slippers on her feet.

She likes to dance with a man that I know,

And he enjoys dancing with her,

Until he says, "It's late, I gotta go."

She is losing weight and getting lean.

And I call her,

"The dancing machine."