Sly

The Cat Empire - 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 thought

SHOW US THE MONEY!
Was the call of the night
But no money could've 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 that this woman she glowed
So

Why, it's a pleasure to meet ya
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 devine
You've sublime
And well ya blow my mind

You're so Sly

She caterpillar good
That all the Greeks go 'Killer!'
Break and enter, take you
like a glass of milk then 'Spill ya!'
Saw her coming, what a scene
what I mean, she got the sex coffee beam
But she tastes like vanilla
Well her eyes she ignites
When we hit the floor
Like the vrooom on a super commodore
Now if it makes a good story
Well it's just worthwhile
Reversed like dealing stories in a sprinkler style

It's So sly

Why, it's a pleasure to meet ya
You look like one incredible creature
Wanna treat you fine
Let's dance and grind
Get some funk inflicted
It's a crime
You're devine
You've sublime
And well ya blow my mind

You're so Sly

Do the Louiiee
Do the jjjjjinii
Do the boom-shak
Hit the sack
Back seat's feeling alright

Do the Monkey shuffle
Rocket with a funk stride
Do the late checkout
With a do not disturb sign
Outsi-yi-yi-yi-ide

Now do the sly

Why, it's a pleasure to meet ya
You look like one incredible creature
Wanna treat you fine
Let's dance and grind
Get some funk inflicted
It's a crime
You're devine
You've sublime
And well ya blow my mind

You're so Sly