Now honey bee I see, you moving like a hoola hoop, your hips is wet the lips, and make me sweat the way the tutu moves.
So if we never met just yet, a let me introduce, and slide it over here, to where you feel it moving in the boot.
Oopsie daisy lady, excuse my rude mood, eyes spot the curves and shapes, makes me lose cool.
I’ll play the fool till april, tropical sess pool, jet star to where you are, thunder boom.
If you feel a little lonely girl? slide over here, slide over here, slip slide over here.
If your man’s a little phoney girl? slide over here, slide over here, slip slide over here.
If you got a little money girl? slide over here, slide over here, slip slide over here.
If you feel a little naughty girl? slide over here, slide over here, slip slide.
Well finally you’ve reached the top, and man the view is beautiful, the labour sweat and effort, climb a mountain, from the scenic route.
Don’t walk an easy path, or sell your soul for guided tours, the lesson’s in the journey, life’s for living, I’m the living proof.
Finally, recline your seat, and wipe away your sleepy eyes, and turn your cheek, to face the east, and marvel at the sunny rise.
Jaw drop in awe when, a bright day be dawning, I join in applauding, horizons turn golden.
The shadows distract you, when you’re thinking they’re after ya, the fiction turns fact because, your mind is spectacular.
Actors on the grand stage, show is soo amazing, craft is mastered artfully, part you’ll find the strangest.
All in this together, and this life it has its ups and downs, smiles and frowns, villans and clowns, it’s quite profound.
Don’t be afraid, it’s only life, and here for entertainment, seats is where you’re at, way past the front, where center stage is.
Just slide over here..
Nobody understands, with time of sands, we won’t exist no more.
Uncertainty, will certainly, bring fear up on, the tide to shore.
But well before you’re born, well no-existent, was the name you wore.
So you’ll be again, my friend, with everything, forevermore.
Feel a little lonely? Your man’s a little phony? You got a little money? And you feel a little naughty? If you feel a little naughty? and you got a little money? you feel a little lonely? slip, slide, slide, slide, well come on!