The Cat Empire - Sly

if frisy hair was a metaphor for festival time then this woman is a goddess of that festival shrine, met her - at a jam in that 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 her 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 -aeh it's a pleasure to meet you ya look like one incredible creature wanna treat you fine lets dance and grind get so funk-inflicted it's a crime you're divine you're sublime and well you blow my mind 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 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 v8 super commodore now if it makes a good story well it's just worthwhile with her's like dealing stories in that sprinkla style and so -aeh it's a pleasure to meet you ya look like one incredible creature wanna treat you fine lets dance and grind get so funk-inflicted it's a crime you're divine you're sublime and well you blow my mind