My Flipflops be poppin

Her Flip Flops be popping.

The noise from their floppin,

Got everyone bopping,

Along to the Flop.

.

The Groove it ain't stoppin.

The beats her sole droppin.

We all keeep on rockin.

In time with the Flip.

.

The people come flockin.

We all run out shoppin.

She just stands there mockin.

She bought the last pair.

The End

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