The Cat Empire - Sly - international 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 k**a Break and enter take ya like a gla** of milk Then spill ya Saw her coming what a scene What I mean is She got that s** 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