You strut your stuff every time I see you
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On the bus, down the street, in the mall
Thinking it's 1985 and you are the best there is.
Your hair, your style, your attitude,
Are all copies of a relic that has passed
Into time and onto midafternoon cable.
You aren't getting the attention you crave
Because it's been seen, it's been done
Twenty years ago before you knew what it was.
Straighten your collar, poof your hair, roll up those sleeves
And maybe you'll find what you're looking for
Behind those sunglasses and in those sockless-shoes.
People don't hate you because you're beautiful
They mock you because you've forgotten how to advance
Not for what you want to be and what they can't.
Rolling eyes and giggle behind fists
Follow you everywhere you go
But you don't care - it's all jealousy.