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SLY

If frizzy hair was a metaphor for festival time,

Then this woman is the goddess of the festival shrine.

Met her,at a jam in that garden of sorts

I must confess, God bless, having 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 peope I don't know.

All I could see is that this woman she glowed so.

Why, it's a pleasure to meet ya.

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 well, you blow my mind.

You're so sly.

Why?

She caterpillar so good that all the Greeks go "Killa"

Break and enter, take ya like a glass of milk and "spill ya!"

Saw her coming, what I mean is, she got that sex coffee bean.

But she tastes like vanilla.

Well alright, she ignites when we hit the floor.

Like the vroom on a supercommadore.

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 ya.

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 well, you blow my mind.

You're so sly.

Why?

Oh, do the Luis.

Do the chchchchchili.

Do the boom-shak, hit the sack, back seats feelin' alright.

Do the monkey shuffle.

Rock it with a fine strut.

Do the late checkout with the "Do not disturb" sign outside.

And do the sly.

Why, it's a pleasure to meet ya.

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 well, you blow my mind.

You're so sly.

Why?

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