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I CAN'T DANCE
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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, hasn't got me yet
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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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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 ont he 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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Cos, 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.
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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 guy's 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 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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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
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I Can`t Dance
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