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
âshow us the moneyâ
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 donât know, because
all I could see
was how this woman she glowed so
-Aeh itâs a pleasure to meet you
ya look like one incredible creature
wanna treat you fine
lets dance and grind
get so funk-inflicted itâs a crime
youâre divine youâre sublime
and well you blow my mind
She caterpillar so good
that all the greeks go âkillaâ
break and enter take ya like a glass of milk
then âspill yaâ
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 itâs just worthwhile
with herâs like dealing stories
in that sprinkla style and so
-Aeh itâs a pleasure to meet you
ya look like one incredible creature
wanna treat you fine
lets dance and grind
get so funk-inflicted itâs a crime
youâre divine youâre sublime
and well you blow my mind
1 | Two Shoes |
2 | The Wine Song |
3 | The Lost Song |
4 | The Chariot |
5 | So Many Nights |
6 | Days Like These |
7 | Song For Elias |
8 | How To Explain |
9 | The Car Song |
10 | In My Pocket |