Tip-tapping those click-clacking heels
Your curving hips roll out the rhythms of those songs inside
Of a streetsmart dance that knows how to play.
They all stop and stare and want you bad,
As you swirl and swell and sway,
'Cause you're cocky and you're proud
And your fine bod knows it's the queen of the homegirls.
And check out that sun shining in your eyes!
When you saunter down that sidewalk
Every single dude's got something to say
And you catch their come-ons like daisies
And tuck them around your cloudy crown.
Here's what you say,
Those cocky curves, that swelling sway,
And those tip-tapping heels teasing and torturing the sidewalk:
“I am the spirit of our people made flesh!”
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