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letra de she said what? - the quantic soul orchestra

please my dear, soft an’ clear
let me whisper in your ear as i hold you near
dance wi’ me like a stranger for the time being
i steal your heart an’ we could flee from the crime scene

i must admit you’re looking gooder than a little bit
i got a proposition; i hope you consider it
the way you move so smooth make my heart skip
to the beat you got me giddy like a little kid

i’m wondering if, you an’ i could take a trip
to the bar for a second to select a sip
and chat it up a bit, drinking what you’re drinking
‘cos i’m hoping that you’re thinking like i’m thinking when we finish it

and when she said that, i was taken aback
i d-mn near tripped over the track
and then she asked me, “can you handle triple sec wi’ [?]?”
and for a second, son, i swear i ain’t know how to react

that’s what she said to me with the lights just right
and the beat so fly we could glide all night
had me open like a bar before ten
that’s why i was drenched with french connection

i can’t believe what she said to me
with a voice that was sweeter than the smell of her neck
i said, “all due respect, i’m gon’ drink wi’ chu but right now
if you’re thinking like i’m thinking ain’t no telling what a drink could do
well she said “please my dear, soft and clear
let me whisper in your ear, as i hold you near
dance with me like a stranger for the time being
i steal your heart and we can flee from the crime scene
i must admit you’re lookin’ gooder than a little bit
i got a proposition, i hope you consider it.”

i tried to play it cool like the ice bowl
but she was fine like criticizing refs in basketball
wearin’ a red dress, that had me goin’ gene wilder
than a kelly lebrock scene with stevie wonder singin’
don’t drive drunk, i just call them things
she had the love lumps, the curves, a-all them things
i wanna get between, if we could split the scene
i’ma close-up a show, like mariano rivera
with a riviera flow you know
is that what attracted her?
it’s possible
that she’s a fan of the musical movement
the move that led to the sure improvement

or could it be the way i show and prove it
that make’ her wanna explore my
muscular, skeletoral, and cardiovascular
givin’ her body more than it could ask me for
and just when you think
“could i be gassed much more?”
snap my head back
what the f-ck was that?
where the f-ck i’m at?
where the h-ll she go?
is my mind playin’ tricks on me?
i guess so

she hadn’t said to me
anything at all
i was playin’ the role of a fly on the wall
or better yet a lush at the bar
starin’ at her beauty from afar

she hadn’t said to me
not a word all night
bartender said, “mister, is you feelin’ alright?
you were starin’ at that lady for a while.”
just as he pointed, she looked back and smiled

i can’t believe she hadn’t said to me
not a godd-mn thing
she was just dancing
and doin’ her d-mn thing
i must be drugged
to be rhymin’ thing wi’ thing
i was too blacked to move
with the bar daydream
she hadn’t said to me
anything i thought, see now
lookin’ around to see who else caught me
one thing the episode taught me
what to drink next time, when the clock strikes three
if the bartender cared, then he coulda brought me
a little less long island, little more iced tea

one thing’s for sure i was feelin’ shorty
if i pass up the chance, the vision will haunt me
so i gather myself and took a short leave
from the bar to the dance floor right where she be
how to approach her, two steps closer
pushed up on her, like a man is supposed to
and told her

“show me a thing or two
i got a secret you can peep it
you can get it, you can keep it
from the fling, to the ring, to the spring with you
gettin’ ahead of myself, i can’t hang with you
the way you move out here
i ain’t the only one to stop and stare
but i’m the only one prepared to take it there
others wanna step up, but didn’t make it here
you make it hotter than a pepper, i’m no half-stepper
i was wonderin’ if you and i can take a trip
to the bar for a second, to select a sip”

we chatted up a bit
but just then, she put a finger on my lips
and her hand on my waist
close the eyes
got put into the rhythm of some next sh-t
i was just tryin’ to keep pace
she was feelin’ my style
i could tell from the way she moved
and the smile on her face
then she whispered in my ear
so soft, so sweet, so clear
“no habla inglés…”

- the quantic soul orchestra

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