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