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I got to the Hilton full throttle, full on
Choke the bottle and I take it strong
Come a little closer, can you hear my thong?
What's the matter boy, I say something wrong?
Take my pulse and add insult
Smoke a little cigarette and join my call
I get results doin' somer, somersaults
Think you got the combination, crack that vault
No votes, chest coast
I'm the virus, you're the host
Relax, slip in the cracks
I'll take you to another place, we're makin' contact
Relax, slip in the cracks
I'll take you to another place you never wanna come back
I'm the real sea's velvetine
Just press start on my main machine
Site on scene another Halloween
Strip sixteen on my mosiclean

Bam, bam, bam, that how the party begin
Wham, wham, wham, it's all a part of the plan
Takin' stand bringin' the glam shizam
I'm a wonder woman
Ground floor, French door
One more, whatchu waiting for?
Relax, slip in the cracks
I'll take you to another place, we're makin' contact
Relax, slip in the cracks
I'll take you to another place you never wanna come back
Ooh, try a little harder
Ooh, try a little harder
Ooh, try a little harder
Ooh, try a little harder
Sweet sweat gland, come and take my hand
Sink in the sand to my holy land
Bring on the chaos, the sauce galore
I pour it on thick then I pour some more
Bam, bam, bam, that how the party began
Wham, wham, wham, it's all a part of the damn
Takin' stand bringin' the glam shizam
I'm a wonder woman
Relax, slip in the cracks
I'll take you to another place, we're makin' contact
Relax, slip in the cracks
I'll take you to another place you never wanna come back
Relax, slip in the cracks
I'll take you to another place, we're makin' contact
Relax, slip in the cracks
I'll take you to another place you never wanna come back
No votes, chest coast
I'm the virus, you're the host
Ground floor, French door
One more, whatchu waiting for?
Ooh, try a little harder
Ooh, try a little harder
Ooh, try a little harder
Ooh, try a little harder

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(...)It was 1992 at the Berklee School of Music, and a few high school summer session kids exploded onto the Boston jazz scene with killer chops and bottomless energy. Drawn together at the altar of funky soul, Eric Krasno, Sam Kininger, Adam Deitch, Erick Coomes, Jeff Bhasker, and Ryan Zoidis began taking over local clubs and jam nights on borrowed sound equipment. Brash and precocious, the guys always got what they needed: "Let us borrow your gear." "Let us play one more tune." "Let us crash on your couch." Thus Lettuce ("Let us...") was born, and the funky gospel found another apostle.

Read more about Lettuce on Last.fm.


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