No way I can’t hear you coming, your shuffle gives you away.
You shuffle dance all through the house, you’re easy to find, I must say.
Shuffle here, shuffle there, shuffle, shuffle, everywhere
Must be a tune playing in your head, do you shuffle dance when you go to bed?
Watching you shuffle as you go along, whistling a happy song
Reminds me of years ago, you’d do housework and sing a long.
So now I smile when you shuffle along, I’m thinking you’re keeping time
Dancing down all those streets, that are lingering in your mind.
Copyright/ Sheila Grimes/ October 12, 2012