Don't mind me, I'm just in orbit
I'll ask, "How you doin" like I'm talking to Norbit
Or Miss Williams, it's Windy out here,
but I'll always be around to stand and cheer
Or be on call as a listening ear
But what the satellite fears is the loss of attraction
A scientific approach to being in a faction
or close enough to stimulate olfaction
Only to drift away from the source of all the action
Because I'm just floating around
Never holding ground
and always bound to find something fresh and new
But oh its so true that the satellite is only sought when seeking
No one's ever peeking at where the path leads or where I am
only ever what I can do when you're in a jam
But that's not your fault, it's just my nature
I'm a satellite by nomenclature
and purpose alike
Never belonging but always welcome to pass the mic
but when I'm sought for, I'll look like Halley
And the visual desire could come in an alley
Or somewhere in Cali
Or on the high seas galley
Wherever I may be
I'm still in orbit
Please wave when you see
