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The Cat Empire
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Sly (Live at Métropolis)
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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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
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