Sly - The Cat Empire

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 the 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

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

You're so sly

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 it's like dealing stories

in the sprinkler style

It's so sly

Hi, 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

You're so sly! Why...

Oh... do the Louis!

Do the ch-ch-ch-chili!(waah)

Do the boom-shak, hit-the-sack, back-seats feeling alright!(feeling alright)

Do the monkey shuffle!

Rock it with a fine strut!

Do the late checkout with a do-not-disturb sign outsi-i-ide!

And do the sly

Why, 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