The Sly lyrics
Song information
Artist: The Cat Empire Album: Two Shoes
Lyrics
If frisy hair was a metaphor For festival time Then this woman is a goddess Of that festival shrine, met her - at a jam In that garden of sorts I must confess god bless Some impure thoughts "Show us the money" Was the call of the night But no money could have bought Even a piece of her pride, there might Have been a sea of people I don't know, because All I could see Was how this woman she glowed so
-Aeh it's a pleasure to meet you Ya look like one incredible creature Wanna treat you fine Lets dance and grind Get so funk-inflicted it's a crime You're divine you're sublime And well you blow my mind
She caterpillar so good That all the greeks go "killa" Break and enter take ya like a glass of milk Then "spill ya" Saw her coming what a scene What I mean is She got that sex coffee beam But she tastes like vanilla Well alright she ignite When we hit the floor Like the vroom on a v8 super commodore Now if it makes a good story Well it's just worthwhile With her's like dealing stories In that sprinkla style and so
-Aeh it's a pleasure to meet you Ya look like one incredible creature Wanna treat you fine Lets dance and grind Get so funk-inflicted it's a crime You're divine you're sublime And well you blow my mind
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"Two Shoes" album track list
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