Gimme Five - Bootstraps

I’m gonna move off Magazine and Josephine

Met someone who can dance like Cyd Charisse

And I shoulda learned by now

I can still see your purple teeth smiling at me

Everything floats

Miss Dead Sea, I swim free

And I shoulda known by now

Ain’t it all in your hand?

Raised up high

You were made, to gimme five, oh me oh my oh

You were made, to gimme five

Hey you, Mr. E.S.L keep talking

Everyone knows you’re just the silver lining

But I’m the gold in her cavities

With a branch around my wrist I swing from slim willow limbs

Before they finally gave in

But I’ll carry you to the ground

Ain’t it all in your hand?

Raised up high

You were made, you were made

Ain’t it all in your hand

Raised up high

You were made to gimme five

Oh me oh my oh

You were made to gimme five

Oh me oh my oh

For the drive home

You were made to rave on, in my mind

Oh me oh my oh

Ain’t no high road

We was made to rave on, all five