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
The doora??s wide open Dona??t ever think There is no way home Sly come home tonight The world is so bad you drive a??em all mad With your smile Sly
I try to believe what I feel these days It makes life much easier for me It's hard to decide what is real these days When things look so dizzy to me
pull the drawers off girls who (sly, we fly) We washin gold and silver (sly, we fly) We walk in clubs with sneakers (sly, we fly) We look out windows and stare (sly
out on the road, in the truth came home Things are never quite as they seem Sly, I know what's on your mind But it's not on mine Sly, the talent's on
me on the sly I want him to hate me I want him to hate me I don't feel so far away from you lately Love me on the sly Fill me in on horrible How much
Cynthia get up and dance to the music! Get on up and dance to the music! Dance to the music, dance to the music Dance to the music, dance to the music
Sing a simple song Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm talking, talking, talking, talking, talking in my sleep I'm walking, walking, walking
Booty, loose booty Booty (Shadrach, meshack, abednego) (Shadrach, meshack, abednego) (Shadrach, meshack, abednego) (Shadrach, meshack, abednego) Booty
Everybody's talkin' about the seventh son In the whole wide world, there is only one And I'm the one, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm the one, there you go I'm
I can understand frustration Joined by agitation Creates aggravation Led by a congregation But don't burn baby, burn You just learn, baby, learn Don'
You caught me smilin' again You caught me smilin' again Hangin' loose 'cause you ain't used To see me turned on You caught me smilin' again You caught
I met you Then I wanted you You shunned me Then I haunted you Now we're together but it's not the same as it was when I first met you It's hard to believe
Dance to the music Dance to the music Dance to the music Dance to the music Keep on dancin' to the music Keep on dancin' to the music If them Joneses
Running away to get away Ha ha ha ha You're wearing out your shoes Look at you, fooling you Making blues of day and night Hee hee hee hee You're stretching
You can make it if you try You can make it if you try Push a little harder Think a little deeper Don't let the plastic Bring you down (All together
Hey, dig I know how it feels to be expect to get a fair shake But they won't let you forget That you're the underdog and you've got to be twice as good
Pretty, pretty, pretty as a picture Witty, witty, witty as you can be Blind 'cause your eyes see only glitter Closed to the things that make you free
