文本歌词

If frisy hair was a metaphorfor festival timethen
This woman is a goddessof that festival shrine
Met her at a jamin that garden of sorts
I must confess god blesssome impure thoughtsshow us the moneywas
The call of the nightbut no money could have boughteven a piece of her pride
There mighthave been a sea of people
I don't know
Becauseall
I could seewas how this woman she glowed so
Aeh it's a pleasure to meet youya look like one incredible
Creaturewanna treat you finelets dance and grindget so funk
Inflicted it's a crimeyou're divine you're sublimeand well you blow my mind
She caterpillar so goodthat all the greeks go killabreak and
Enter take ya like a glass of milkthen spill yasaw her coming what a scenewhat
I mean isshe got that s*x coffee beambut she tastes like vanillawell
She ignitewhen we hit the floorlike the vroom on a
V8super commodorenow if it makes a good storywell it's just worthwhilewith
Her's like dealing storiesin that sprinkla style and so
Aeh it's a pleasure to meet youya look like one incredible creaturewanna
Treat you finelets dance and grindget so funk inflicted
It's a crimeyou're divine you're sublimeand well you blow my mind