Context. This was written as a joke for a 80's dance song as if Morrisey had written it. Never really got fully completed and the lyric stucture never worked with the renders for 1980's dance theme and it just got lost in the shuffle. I was playing in studio and just needed a random structure to build a song off. Playing with it I ended up really liking this version. Built out the structure then covered it out some then used the covers for inspo and came out pretty well... Glad it worked out because it ate some credits.

I step with sadness,

Watch how they’re dragging,

And I stand pressed

Against the wall.

I moan in protest,

Silent alliance

With critics that

Won’t move at all.

You’re eclectic, I’m eccentric,

My misery’s strangely magnetic.

You twirl in sequins, I sigh in black,

And you’re trying to make me dance.

It’s just too simple (Yet I'm)

{still not going to dance with you}

It’s just too simple (Yet I'm )

{still not going to dance with you}

Far too skeptic

To feel romantic,

To be authentic —

You know I’m fickle,

Hopelessly cynical,

I wither, I whittle.

It’s just too simple (Yet I'm)

{still not going to dance with you}

It’s just too simple (Yet I'm )

{still not going to dance with you}

Their joy is borrowed,

Gone by tomorrow,

A masquerade

Of sweat and glare.

I scream out my grievance,

Latest inconvenience,

Sneer at rhythm’s cheap affair,

Too proud to move, too proud to care.

Clap your hands, cheer me on,

But none of it will make me move.

I won’t endorse, I won’t pretend —

Applause won’t make me feel enthused.

It’s just too simple (Yet I'm)

{still not going to dance with you}

It’s just too simple (Yet I'm )

{still not going to dance with you}

Far too skeptic

To feel romantic,

To be authentic —

You know I’m fickle,

Hopelessly cynical,

I wither, I whittle.

It’s just too simple (Yet I'm)

{still not going to dance with you}

It’s just too simple (Yet I'm )

{still not going to dance with you}}

And if salvation comes in rhythm…

Well then I’m damned and gladly so.

The drumbeat demands, the spotlight begs,

But I won’t be moved in such cheap ways.

Shake all you want, I’ll keep my malaise,

I’m too set in my ways.

It’s just too simple (Yet I'm)

{still not going to dance with you}

It’s just too simple (Yet I'm )

{still not going to dance with you}

Far too skeptic

To feel romantic,

To be authentic —

You know I’m fickle,

Hopelessly cynical,

I wither, I whittle.

It’s just too simple (Yet I'm)

{still not going to dance with you}

It’s just too simple (Yet I'm )

{still not going to dance with you}

I'm Still not going to dance with you…

I'm Still not going to dance with you…