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The Cat Empire Two Shoes Sly If frizzy hair was a metaphor for festival time Then this woman is a godess of that festival shrine. Met her - at 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 baought a piece of her pride There might have been a sea of people, I don't know Because all i could see was this woman she glowed so CHORUS: - Aeh, ts a pleasure to meat ya you look like one incredible creature Wanna treat you fine get so funk inflicted its a crim You're divine, You're sublime, and well you blow my mind. She caterpiller so good 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 super commodore now, if it makes a good story well it's just worthwhile with her's like dealing stories in the sprinkla style that so sly CHORUS Do the louie, Do the j-j-j-j-jini do the boom-shak, hit the sack, back seat's feeling alright Do the monkey shuffle, rocket with a fine stride Do the late checkout with a "do not disturb" sign outside Do the sly CHORUS |
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