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