Текст песни The Cat Empire - Sly
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Текст песни The Cat Empire - Sly
If frisy hair was a metaphorfor festival timethen this woman is a goddessof that festival shrine, met her- at a jamin that garden of sortsI must confess god blesssome impure thoughts( )“show us the money”was the call of the nightbut no money could have boughteven a piece of her pride, there mighthave been a sea of peopleI don’t know, becauseall I could seewas how this woman she glowed so-Aeh it’s a pleasure to meet youya look like one incredible creaturewanna treat you finelets dance and grindget so funk-inflicted it’s a crimeyou’re divine you’re sublimeand well you blow my mindShe caterpillar so goodthat all the greeks go “killa”break and enter take ya like a glass of milkthen “spill ya”saw her coming what a scenewhat I mean isshe got that sex coffee beambut she tastes like vanillawell alright she ignitewhen we hit the floorlike the vroom on a V8 super commodorenow if it makes a good storywell it’s just worthwhilewith her’s like dealing storiesin that sprinkla style and so-Aeh it’s a pleasure to meet youya look like one incredible creaturewanna treat you finelets dance and grindget so funk-inflicted it’s a crimeyou’re divine you’re sublimeand well you blow my mind