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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 Songtextethat 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 Aus Songtexte Mania