Cool and calm, Mr Gorgeous
|
Walks up to the bar and orders and
|
As he passes by, they all sigh - ah...
|
|
When he moves just like a panther,
|
He feels your gaze, but won't look at ya
|
|
He won't dare a smile
|
'Cause it's really not his style
|
Oh
|
|
Aie, aie, aie, aie, aie
|
Aie, aie, aie, aie, aie ....
|
|
She's so slick and so curvaceous
|
The way she walks is quite contagious
|
Eager eyes follow her thighs and go, hmmm
|
|
The way she moves strikes a chord
|
Hits the groove
|
But she ignores the
|
Hopeful advances
|
No, she won't give no chances at all
|
|
Aie, aie, aie, aie, aie
|
Aie, aie, aie, aie, aie ....
|
|
All alone our Miss Curvaceous
|
Back at her place finds her bed too spacious
|
And as she passes her own reflection, sighs
|
Ooh..
|
|
Mr Gorgeous is feeling lonely
|
He wishes that if he could only
|
Smile, once a while, ah
|
So lonely, poor thing
|
|
Aie, aie, aie, aie, aie
|
Aie, aie, aie, aie, aie ....
|
|
So while you are shaking your hips, keep your lips turned up
|
|
-----------------
|
Mister Gorgeous
|
| Smoke City |
