Sly - International

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

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 (your so sly, ayy)
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 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, fly

Ahh, 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
Well you blow my mind (your so sly, ayy)

Oh (do the Louis)
Do the ja-ja-ja-ja Jenni (ayy)
Do the boom-shak, hit-the-sack, back-seat's feeling alright
(Feeling alright)

I do the McShuffle
I'm rock it with a fine stride
I do the late checkout with a do-not-disturb sign outside
Now do the sly

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, yeah
You're so sly
You're so sly

Why, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey



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Writer(s): Felix Riebl
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