Fancy Footwork [live in New York City]
(Yeah)
(Uh, sing it with me now)
Two step, uh, two step, two step
Two step, two step, two step
Bright lights, TV screen
It feels like looking in a magazine
You, her, on the floor
Feels like dancing is a way to go
Yeah
But if you let her see that fancy footwork, ah
Show her that you're not that shy
Let her see that fancy footwork, ah
Show her you're that type of guy
Two step, uh, two step, two step
Two step, two step, two step
Young boy, don't be late
This girl ain't really got time to wait
You think it's all for show
But this is just the only way I know (c'mon)
Woo
But if you let her see that fancy footwork, ah
Show her that you're not that shy
Let her see that fancy footwork, ah
Show her you're that type of guy
Two step, two step, two step
Two step, two step, two step
(What's goin' on?)
If you ever need a guy
A partner for a week
You point in my direction
And just come and follow me
We'll meet up on the floor
And maybe do the twerk
So show me what you got in terms of fancy footwork
(Oh, yeah)