| Like animals eyeing animal trainers | 
| Keep both hands where I can see 'em | 
| Stand in the sun for seven hours | 
| We’ve up to our necks in a body of water | 
| I’ll miss the way you bring me my water | 
| When I’m drowning do you copy me? | 
| Copy me, I’m on my way out | 
| Divide the ground out from under you | 
| Down to the smallest moves | 
| Holding hands all afternoon | 
| Two kids at a grown up party | 
| A fly on a girl in a gold convertible | 
| Gladiators in a balcony | 
| Fret like a man with seven daughters | 
| I can’t sweat, do you copy me? | 
| Copy me, I’m on my way out | 
| Divide the ground out from under you | 
| Down to the smallest moves | 
| Copy me, I’m on my way out | 
| Divide the ground out from under you | 
| Down to the smallest moves | 
| Take it off just for rehearsal | 
| Our legs engage in role reversal | 
| One image or another has to be your last | 
| Head me off at the pass | 
| Copy me, I’m on my way out | 
| Divide the ground out from under you | 
| Down to the smallest moves | 
| Copy me, I’m on my way out | 
| Divide the ground out from under you | 
| Down to the smallest moves | 
| Copy me, I’m on my way out | 
| Divide the ground out from under you | 
| Down to the smallest moves | 
| Copy me, I’m on my way out | 
| Divide the ground out from under you | 
| Down to the smallest moves | 
| Copy me |