You say, What’s there to complain about?
Yet, you’re traveling all around the world.
Making life sound fun, always on the run.
From New York to the south sea, LA, China,
London, and all around, feet never touching the ground.
What’s there to complain about?
You make me scream and shout!
You’re never here with me, you’re on the run…
While I’m missing out on all of the fun.
From sea to shining sea, will you remember me?
When you’re off on one of your trips around the world.
But I do love the beat.
I can not slow my feet.
You make me want to dance.
When I hear the music perchance.
It makes up a little for my anger.
And gets you out of danger.
I want to ask for a dance,
And give you a second chance.
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