paroles de chanson Swing 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 babe,
You're so sly,
Why?
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 yeah,
You're so sly,
Why?
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, hey!
You're so sly!
Why?
You're so sly!
Why?