Twerk

Twerking seems to be my calling
Without my booty pop and falling

I feel so odd, dull and lame
Not being myself... such a pain.

Music speaks to me in special ways
It would be a sin to not display

So, up and down it starts to go
Side to side, and to and fro.

Pop it, lock it, then you drop it
Hands on hips, then do the splits.

Join me, judge me, I don't care.
But if you'd join we'd be a pair.

I'd rather stay at home to twerk.
Not go to the old boring work.

I twerk in the shower and down the hall.
I've even been caught twerking at the mall.

In the end, I cannot stop
Twerking and making my booty pop.