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
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 that this woman
she glowed so why
It's a pleasure
to meet you
You look like one
incredible creature
Wanna treat you fine
Let's dance and grind
Get so funk-inflicted
it's a crime
You're divine, you're
sublime, and when
you blow my mind
babe
You're so sly!
She caterpillar so good
that all the
Greeks go
Break and enter
take ya like
a glass of milk then
Saw her coming
what a scene
what I mean
She got that
sex coffee bean
but she tastes
like vanilla
Well alright she ignite
when we hit the floor
Like the vroom on a
Super Commodore
Now if it makes
a good story well
it's just worthwhile
With her's like dealing
stories in a
sprinkla style
It's so sly
It's a pleasure
to meet you
Ya look like one
incredible creature
Wanna treat you fine
Let's dance and grind
Get so funk-inflicted
it's a crime
You're divine, you're
sublime and when you
blow my mind, yea
You're so sly!
Why?
Oh... do the Louie
Do the
ji-ji-ji-ji-ji-ji-jinie
Do the boom-shak
Hit the sack
Back seat's
feeling alright
Do the monkey shuffle
Rocket with a funk stride
And do the late checkout
with a
do not disturb sign
Outsi-yi-yi-yi-ide
Now do the sly
Why, it's a pleasure
to meet you
Ya look like one
incredible creature
Wanna treat you fine
Let's dance and grind
Get so funk-inflicted
it's a crime
You're divine, you're
sublime and when
you blow my mind yea
You're so sly
You're so sly
Why yi-yi-yi-yi