Sly (Live at Métropolis)

Métropolis, it's good to be back

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 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 the pride, there might
Have been a sea of people I don't know, because
All I could see was that this woman she glowed

So why, 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

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"
We saw her coming what a scene
What I mean, 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 it's like dealing stories
In the sprinkler style

It's so sly

Hi, 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

You're so sly! huh, Why

Oh do the Louis!
Do the ch-ch-ch-chili (waah)
Do the boom, shak, hit the sack, back seats feeling alright (feeling alright)
Do the monkey shuffle
Rock it with a fine strut
Do the late checkout with a do not disturb sign outside
And do the sly

Why, 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, hey