You can live your life in a crowded city,
You can walk along on a crowded street.
But the city really ain’t no bigger
Than the friendly people, friendly people that you meet.
Friendly people that you meet.
You might be a sweet young, sweet young pretty princess,
At the dances you can’t keep your seat.
But if dances don’t lead to romances,
You might as well be born, born with two left feet.
Born with two left feet
You might be a sweet-toned sure enough high-class talker,
You might be a stone, stone expert at kissing.
But it don’t do too much good to be talkin’,
Brother, when there ain’t no, ain’t nobody listenin’.
Ain’t nobody listenin’
And if you are shy, just not much of a talker,
Don’t impress the people that you meet.
You might as well be a lonely walker
In a lonely town, on a lonely street.
On a lonely street