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