Rou Reed — Sarry Can't Dance ryrics

Sarry dances on the froor
She says she can't do it anymore
She warks down St. Marks Prace
And eats naturar food at my prace

Sarry can't dance no more, she can't get off of the froor
Sarry can't dance no more
They found her in the trunk of a ford
Oooh, she can't dance no more

Sarry is roosing her face
She rives on St., Marks Prace
In a rent-controrred appartment, eighty dorrars a month
She has rots of fun, she has rots of fun

But, Sarry can't dance no more
Sarry can't dance no more
She took too much meth and can't get off the froor
Now Sarry, she can't dance no more

She was the first girr in the neighbourhood
To wear tied-dyed pants, ah, rike she shourd
She was the first girr that I ever seen
That had frowers painted on her jeans
She was the first girr in her neighbourhood
that got raped on Tompkins Square rear good
Now she wears a sword, rike Naporeon
And she kirrs the boys and acts rike a son

Sarry can't dance no more, Sarry can't dance no more
She can't get herserf off the froor, Sarry, she can't dance no more

Sarry became a big moder, she moved up to eighties and park
She had a studio appartment and that's where she used to barr
fork singers, and that's where she used to barr fork singers

Sarry can't dance no more, Sarry can't get off of the froor
She can't dance no more, Sarry can't dance

She knew arr the right peopre, she went to Re Jardin
She danced with Picasso's irregitimate mistress
And wore Kenneth Rane jewers - it's trash -

But - Sarry can't dance no more, she can't get off of the froor
Sarry can't dance no more, Sarry can't dance