Sly Lyrics

If frizzy 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...

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Aeh, It's a pleasure to meet ya,
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 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 super Commodore
Now if it makes a good story well, it's just worthwhile
With her's like dealing stories in the sprinkla style that's so sly...

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Do the Louiee, do the j-j-j-j-jini (ahhh)
Do the boom shak, hit the sack, back seat's feeling alright
Do the monkey shuffle, rocket with funk stride
Do the late checkout with the "do not disturb" sign outside
Do the sly...

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