monday night when i come home i call my baby on the phone i say "i'm longing to see you, babe, maybe, we can fix a date" she says: no, no i can't do that i have to work and then i got to bed maybe tomorrow maybe next week we'll be dancing cheek to cheek she's too busy to dance she's too busy to kiss she's too busy to make romance can you imagine what i miss? she's too busy to dance she's too busy to kiss she's too busy to make romance can you imagine what i miss? tuesday morning i count the hours till i see my girl and i buy some flowers i'm shouting and banging on her door till my fingers bleed and my knees are sore she says: no, no i can't do that i have to work and then i got to bed maybe tomorrow maybe next week we'll be dancing cheek to cheek she's too busy to dance she's too busy to kiss she's too busy to make romance can you imagine what i miss? she's too busy to dance she's too busy to kiss she's too busy to make romance can you imagine what i miss? a week's gone by now i'm okay every night i have my way i dance till my feet are all in blisters and then i kiss her pretty sister she says: no, no i can't do that i have to work and then i got to bed maybe tomorrow maybe next week we'll be dancing cheek to cheek she's too busy to dance she's too busy to kiss she's too busy to make romance can you imagine what i miss? she's too busy to dance she's too busy to kiss she's too busy to make romance can you imagine what i miss? in the monday night when i am coming home i call my baby on the phone… she's too busy to dance she's too busy to kiss she's too busy to make romance can you imagine what i miss? she's too busy to dance she's too busy to kiss she's too busy to make romance can you imagine what i miss?