A Shorty And Her Sheik Lyrics

A Shorty And Her Sheik lyrics

Follow me into the city -- there's a place I've in mind

    It's a
renovated brewery with the best coffee and curry

    And I want for you
to come along with me."



    Thirty minutes on the Blue Line...
when they arrived,

    There were safflorated cheeks, turban-headed
sikhs, 

    And a lovely little shorty and her sheik.



   
And a moon-fleck (waiting for the check...) through the grating

   
Played her arm along

    And lover followed course, followed Fleck to his
source

    And giggled, "follow me."



    Over the river on
the bridge-walk, into the night

    It's a spot for giddy lovers where
they stare in one another's eyes

    And make them wide and swear
devotionally



    Thirty minutes staring love-drunk, kissing and
smiling,

    Like a couple weathered soldiers having weathered something
worse than words

    Are happy in describing, can you see?



 
  And the moon over the city threw his golden glance in every borough 

   
Big and blonde

    And shorty, in devotion, like a votive, like a lamb,

    Said, "you're handsomer far to me."



    Well, it's a spot
for giddy lovers where they stare in one another's eyes

    And swear
their love

    And weather-beaten sheiks think, "here's the thing

 
  I never thought would be."



    Over the river on the bridge-walk,
this was the night

    Where a fully-loving lover had another stare him
lovingly

    And swear her sweet devotion openly



    Thirty
minutes worth of Moment -- thirty divine!

    Thirty where the dirtiness
of silly games and players' playing

    Lay a million miles from
everything



    Well, he took her little ponytail and twisted,
wound, and rung her little

    Neck around