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      Do the Louiiee   Do the ji-ji-ji-ji-ji-ji-jiniiee   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      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