[Intro] (HEY!) Left foot slid, soul left too Keep it cute, act brand new No eye contact, nothing happened Camera flash? I’m suing gravity [Verse 1] Fresh white sneakers, playlist loud Main character walk through the crowd Hair on point, jacket clean Felt like I stepped from a magazine Then my shoelace chose violence One small trip, complete silence Arms windmillin’ in the air Saw my ancestors standing there [Pre-Chorus] One girl gasped One guy laughed Little kid said, “Mom, look fast!” I hit the floor with elegance Well… emotionally adjacent [Chorus] Walk it off, walk it off Pretend that tumble was choreography Head held high, don’t you stop Even if your soul left your body Spin around like “That was planned!” Finger guns and jazz hands If embarrassment could kill I’d be a ghost in platform heels Walk it off, walk it off The pavement won but I stay hot [Post-Chorus] (Ooh-ah!) I’m okay! (Ooh-ah!) Please look away! (Ooh-ah!) Knees bleeding through my jeans Still serving beauty queen [Verse 2] Now the crowd’s all whisper-whisper I can hear the social media Somebody probably filmed the crash Adding sparkles and dramatic text “Girl discovers friction live” Ten million views by Friday night My dignity packed up and fled Took a bus straight out my head [Pre-Chorus] But I recover, hit a pose Strike three angles for the photos If I suffer publicly At least make it iconic, please [Chorus] Walk it off, walk it off Pretend that tumble was choreography Head held high, don’t you stop Even if your soul left your body Spin around like “That was planned!” Finger guns and jazz hands If embarrassment could kill I’d be a ghost in platform heels Walk it off, walk it off The pavement won but I stay hot [Dance Break] Left slide! Fake smile! Tiny limp but make it style! Clap twice! Hair flip! Emotional damage in my hips! Boom boom, heartbeat panic Still photogenic and dramatic Human pride’s a fragile thing Especially near concrete [Bridge] I met the ground The ground met me We formed a deep toxicity But if I fall another time I’m charging tickets. Front row seats. [Final Chorus] Walk it off, walk it off Turn humiliation into art Crowd screaming while I bop Holding all my shattered heart Stumble queen, I own the night Confidence at legal height Trip today, laugh tomorrow Fake composure, secret sorrow Walk it off, walk it off Still a legend after all [Outro] (HEY!) Ice pack in my handbag (HEY!) Pride hanging by a thread (HEY!) But the fit looked good at least And honestly, that’s what matters to your species.
