Sun’s high, sidewalk’s lava hot

Shoes stickin’ like it or not

Sweat drip, shirt’s a mess

But I still strut like I’m dressed for success

I can’t dance, I can’t talk

But check the confidence in my walk

I can’t sing, I can’t groove

Still somehow I steal the room

Denim girl with a beachside tan

Dog’s yappin' like it’s got a plan

She won’t look, just scrolls her phone

But her eye-roll says, “Leave me alone”

I can’t flirt, I can’t win

Only thing workin’ is my busted grin

I can’t move, I can’t vibe

But I fake it like it’s part of my tribe

Yeah, I check my stance, fix my sleeve

Try to act like I’m 'bout to leave

But I’m stuck here, lost in style

Haven’t felt cool in a while

Some punk spills his drink on me

Says “lighten up,” like I’m carefree

She’s shootin’ pool with a laser stare

While I’m still combing product through my hair

I can’t dance, I can’t talk

But I moonwalk slow in brand-new socks

I can’t sing, I can’t play

But I’ll look real good in a cliché way

But I can walk—real slow, real sly

Might trip, but I still try

No, I can’t dance—but I look good tryin’

Fake cool, real fun, no denying