| and i would like | |
| to tell you waht's true | |
| but what's the point | |
| i can't get to you | |
| and i connot get a date | |
| you know me | |
| i'll be ;late | |
| i shuffle my feet | |
| to the beat on the city street | |
| and i don't wanna | |
| lay you a line | |
| i haven't had a motor | |
| in quite some time | |
| materials are rubbish | |
| and since i've grown | |
| the less i have | |
| the more i own | |
| i shuffle my feet | |
| to the beat on the city street | |
| don't get in my way | |
| i gotta deadline to meet | |
| don't ask me for change | |
| i barely eat | |
| nothing stops me | |
| once my feet hit the concrete | |
| shuffle my feet | |
| shuffly my feet to the beat | |
| on the city street | |
| boy | |
| don't get in my way | |
| i gotta deadline to meet | |
| don't ask me for change | |
| i barely eat | |
| nothing stops me once my feet | |
| hit the concrete |