Sunday, May 6, 2012

Some people talk about ya, like they know all about ya.

Whoaaa, another day. I take your pain away.
Some people talk about ya, like they know all about ya. When you get down they doubt ya, and when you dip it on the scene, yeah they talkin' bout it, 'cause they can't dip on the scene. Whatcha talk about it, t-t-t-talkin' bout it. When you get elevated, they love it or they hate it. You dance up on them haters, keep getting funky on the scene, while they jumpin' round ya. They trying to take all of your dreams, but you can't allow it.
Cause baby whether you're high or low, whether you're high or low, you gotta tip on the tightrope. (Tip, tip on it). T-t-t-tip on the tightrope. (Tip, tip on it).
Baby, baby...
See I'm not walkin' on it, or tryin' to run around it. This ain't no acrobatics, you either follow or you lead, yeah. I'm talkin' bout you, I'll keep on blaming the machine, yeah. I'm talkin' bout it, t-t-t-talkin' bout it. I can't complain about it. I gotta keep my balance, and just keep dancin on it. We gettin funky on the scene, and you know about it, like a star on the screen. Watch me tipple on it.
I tip on alligators and little rattle snakers, but I'm another flavor, something like a terminator. Ain't no equivocating, I fight for what I believe. Why you talkin' bout it? S-s-she's talkin' bout it. Some callin' me a sinner. Some callin' me a winner. I'm callin' you to dinner, and you know exactly what I mean, yeah I'm talkin' bout u. You can rock or you can leave. Watch me tip without you.
N-N-Now whether I'm high or low, whether I'm high or low. I'm gonna tip on the tightrope. Mmmm... (Tip, tip on it)
You can't get too high (You can't get too high )I said you can't get too low (We can't get too low) Cause you get too high (You can't get too high) No you'll surely be low (No, you'll surely be low) 1, 2, 3, Huh!
Yeah, yeah, now shut up, yeah. Yeah. Yeah, now put some voodoo on it. Ladies and gentlemen the funkiest horn section in Metropolis. Yeah yeah yeah..., OH! We call that Classy Brass!
Oooooohhhh ooooohhhhh. OH!
Do you mind?If I play the ukulele, just like a little lady? Do you mind? Just like a little lady.

-No more words.-

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