Sly Lyrics

If frisy 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



-Aeh 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



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 V8 super commodore

now if it makes a good story

well it's just worthwhile

with her's like dealing stories

in that sprinkla style and so



-Aeh 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