Typa Guy

You decide to which group you wanna belong
Then you do anything to get along
Dress and express and behave yourself like them
Dress and express and behave yourself like them

Music's got me going on with live
Dancing's got me movin' through the nite
Singing's got me really speak my mind
Music's got me really realize
What's left, what's right
Ain't nothing to what's inside

So don't decide to which group you musta belong
So you don't have to do shit just to get along
It ain't complex just a matter of claps, clap on
This very song let your old self be gone, be gone !

You could try dancin' in my shoes
Then I'd make sense like anyone would
But I wear them nice and I use 'em good
When I get up to get down to a groove
But I wear them nice and I use 'em good
When I get up to get down to the mood