Текст песни The Cat Empire - Sly (Radio Edit) (Sly 2005)
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
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 "kill her"
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, 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
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! 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, outsi-i-ide!
And do the sly
Why, it's a pleasure to meet you
Ya 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
You're so sly
