| Hot sun beating down
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| Burning my feet just walking around
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| Hot sun making me sweat
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| Gator's getting close, hasn't got me yet
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| I can't dance, I can't talk
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| Only thing about me is the way I walk
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| I can't dance, I can't sing
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| I'm just standing here selling everything
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| Blue jeans sitting on the beach
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| Her dog's talking to me but she's out of reach
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| She's got a body under that shirt
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| But all she wants to do is rub my face in the dirt
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| 'Cause I can't dance, I can't talk
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| Only thing about me is the way I walk
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| I can't dance, I can't sing
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| I'm just standing here selling
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| Oh and checking everything is in place
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| You never know who's looking on
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| Young punk spilling beer on my shoes
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| Fat guys talking to me trying to steal my blues
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| Thick smoke, see her smiling through
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| I never thought so much could happen just shooting pool
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| But I can't dance, I can't talk
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| The only thing about me is the way that I walk
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| I can't dance, I can't sing
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| I'm just standing here selling
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| Oh and checking everything is in place
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| You never know who's looking on
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| A perfect body with a perfect face — uh-huh
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| No, I can't dance, I can't talk
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| The only thing about me is the way I walk
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| No, I can't dance, I can't sing
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| I'm just standing here selling everything
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| But I can walk
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| No I can't dance
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| No no no I can't dance
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| No I said I can't sing
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| But I can walk |