FitBit Blue

(verse 1)
The boss thinks you are get-ting la-zy and fat,
Want's you to get up and get off your ass.
What's a better motivator than a stat?
Even better if it just happens like that.
Take off your shoes and walk on the grass
I'm on your belt and I don't take any sass


  (chorus)
  I was born to walk a-round
  Count-ing steps 'till sun goes down.
  I up-load the steps for you
  Paint a pret-ty graph for you.
  Oh ooh ooooh, Fit-Bit blue.

(verse 2)
(same rhythm as v1)

  (chorus)

(bridge? verse 3?)

  (chorus 2x)