| 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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| gators getting close, hasnt got me yet
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| I cant dance, I cant talk.
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| Only thing about me is the way I walk.
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| I cant dance, I cant sing
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| Im just standing here selling everything.
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| Blue jeans sitting on the beach,
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| Her dogs talking to me, but shes out of reach.
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| Shes 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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| Cos, I cant dance, I cant talk.
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| Only thing about me is the way I walk.
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| I cant dance, I cant sing
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| Im just standing here selling.
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| Oh and checking everything is in place,
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| You never know whos 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 cant dance, I cant talk.
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| The only thing about me is the way that I walk.
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| I cant dance, I cant sing
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| Im just standing here selling
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| Oh and checking everything is in place
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| You never know whos looking on
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| A perfect body with a perfect face — uh-huh.
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| No, I cant dance, I cant talk.
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| The only thing about me is the way I walk.
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| No, I cant dance, I cant sing
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| Im just standing here selling everything.
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| But I can walk.
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| No I cant dance.
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| No no no I cant dance
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| No I said I cant sing.
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| But I can walk. |