Sally on the floor She she can't do it anymore She walks St. Marks Place And eats natural food at my can't dance no more, she can't get off of the floor Sally dance no more They found her in the trunk of a Oooh, she can't dance no Sally is loosing her She lives on St., Place In a appartment, eighty dollars a month She has of fun, she has lots of fun But, Sally can't no more Sally can't no more She took too meth and can't get off the floor Now Sally, she can't no more She was the girl in the neighbourhood To wear pants, ah, like she should She was the first that I ever seen That had flowers on her jeans She was the first in her neighbourhood that got raped on Square real good Now she wears a sword, Napoleon And she the boys and acts like a son Sally can't dance no more, Sally dance no more She can't get herself off the floor, Sally, she can't dance no Sally became a big model, she moved up to eighties and She had a studio appartment and that's where she used to folk singers, and that's where she used to ball folk can't dance no more, Sally can't get off of the floor She can't no more, Sally can't dance She knew all the people, she went to Le Jardin She danced with Picasso's mistress And wore Kenneth Lane - it's trash - But - can't dance no more, she can't get off of the floor Sally can't dance no more, Sally can't