Sly - The Cat Empire

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 a 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 how this woman she glowed so

Why, it’s a pleasure to meet you

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

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 she got

That sex coffee bean, but she tastes like vanilla

Well alright, she ignite 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’s like dealing stories in a sprinkler style, it’s so sly

Why, it’s a pleasure to meet you

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

Oh, do the Louis

Do the ja-ja-ja-ja Jenni

Do the boom-shak, hit-the-sack, back-seat's feeling alright

Feeling alright

Do the McShuffle

Rock it with a fine stride

Do the late checkout with a do-not-disturb sign outside

Now do the sly

Why, it’s a pleasure to meet you

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

You’re so sly

Hey