She's on a level with the lighting
She's flashing red and blue
Her dress it swings like long hair
It drapes from hips that move
I've been to all the traders
For something they don't sell
But after all my labours
I followed my sense of smell
She's silk and honey combined
I bet your girl doesn't dance like mine
You know that she takes classes
She's out three nights a week
I get to watch her practice
With popcorn salted sweet
And that's a show to make a man blind
I bet your girl doesn't dance like mine