Sly

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 [Chorus] 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 [Chorus] Oh, do the Louis Do the ch-ch-ch-chili Do the boom-shak, hit-the-sack, back-seat's feeling alright Do the monkey shuffle Rock it with a fine stride Do the late checkout with a do-not-disturb sign outside Now do the sly [Chorus]