Sly Lyrics

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"
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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

The Cat Empire
Two Shoes
Sly