Why are we standing still?

Acting like life is time to kill

I sit around dispassionately

Just waiting for the action to back into me Algorithms and marking tools

So many distractions we hardly move

So can we put one foot in front of the next Even for a couple of steps

When I stride and walk to the beat

My feet play percussion on the concrete You think my attitudes full of conceit?

It ain't nothing, I'm just struttin'

Sometime is good to stop

And give a little thanks for what we got, so

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Let's go and strut out stuff tonight We're just so blessed to be alive

Why don't we open up our eyes, our eyes

I open up my dad's closet door

I see polyester, a lot of velour

A brown leather jacket, flares galore

All the best from 1974

Skibbity-be-bop, We rock, I'll be the peacock To flaunt my feathers and reach the treetop

I see a crowd and I'm energized

Arriving at the spot you can feel the vibes

Gate crashing the main attraction

Cats starting to push 'cause place is packed in A guy bumps me and I give him the stare

Just watch the hair

It seems camaraderie's decreasing

Let's get together we don't need a reason

We can make a scene like Sheena Easton

It ain't nothing, she was struttin'

Sometimes it's good to stop

And give a little thanks for what we got, so

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Now, I might make a fool of myself But it's not a condition or cry for help No need to question my mental health It ain't nothing, I'm just struttin' Another big problem erupts

The whole wide world is going nuts

If it all seems a bit too much

It ain't nothing, struttin'

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