Cat Empire Sly Lyrics

Sly Lyrics

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



-Aeh 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



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 V8 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



-Aeh 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