With frizzy hair

Was a metaphor

Festival time

Then this woman

Is a goddess on that festival shrine

Met her at a jam

In a garden of sorts

I must confess ? God bless

Some impure thought



SHOW US THE MONEY!

Was the call of the night

But the money could?ve bought

Even a piece of that pride

There might have been a sea of people

I don?t know

Because all I could see 

Was that this woman she glows

So



* Why, it?s a pleasure to meet ya

You look like one incredible creature

Wanna treat you fine

Let?s dance and grind

Get some funk inflicted

It?s a crime

You?re devine

You?ve sublime

And well ya blow my mind



You?re so Sly



She got a so feeling good

That all the Greeks go ?Killer!?

Like I need to take you 

like a glass of milk then ?Spill ya!?

Saw her coming, what a scene 

what I mean, she got the sex coffee bean

But she tastes like vanilla

Well in her she ignites

When we hit the floor

Like the vrooom on a super commodore

Now if it makes a good story 

Well it?s just worthwhile

Reversed like dealing stories in a sprinkler style



It?s So sly



[Repeat *]



You?re so Sly



Do the Louiiee

Do the jjjjjiniiee

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



[Repeat *]



You?re so Sly