Tip Towin Through the Mall

I was tip towin through the mall,  
yeah that's right (tip towin through the mall)  
with my back arched back, and my shoulders way way back back.
Kickin legs up high in the front, then ever so soft down,  
heals down never kickin back. Silent this time  
tip towin through the mall...  
...but oh yes my hands were in my pockets,  
and when this lady asked me "What's your name?"  
I said "Window Shopper"
yet everyone was still peepin in on my funkidiness,  
and all babies baby were just takin that galactic soul ride
through the what the what questions of "Who the Hell?!"
 
poem by: m.e.l.