Sly Songtext
von The Cat Empire

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"
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
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! 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
lets dance and grind
get so funk-inflicted it's a crime
you're divine you're sublime
and well you blow my mind