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(Feat. David Byrne) I was asked in New York City, do you like my clothes I'm talking to my tape recorder, walking down the road But on Friday night, I'm, purified that my feet don't touch the floor When the rubber meets the road, in between my toes Everyday is fucking perfect, its a paradise Watch my life like its a movie, have to watch it twice A boy looks at a girl, and a girl looks like a pony She gallops all day long, in between my toes And every night, she's purified, she don't do that dance no more When the rubber meets the road, in between my toes I'm skankin on the dance floor, I'm drunk off that hennessey I ain't sober, i dont mix with coca cola, or soda But right now im on a roller, i take a look over my shoulder When i see that sexy thing, i think its time to work my way over So i shuffle on my heals, and bounce on my toes I'm crazy and she knows, still its all good i suppose She picked a good place and she paked it up I got behind her and i lapped it up And we danced all night til the sun came up Then i took her to my yard then i racked it up I'm a member of the ju ju nation Down in new Orleans You don't need an application If you move your feet Explode If you poke it Exposed On the floor It grows If you soak it It rolls Out the door now Summer time, every night, now my feet don't touch the floor She don't do that dance no more, in between my toes Him and you, you and I, I don't do that dance no more When the rubber meets the road, in between my toes The lady starts to sing, but she ain't no disco dancer She learned to shake her thing, in between my toes Explodes If you poke it Exposed On the floor It grows If you soak it It rolls Out the door Explodes If you poke it Exposed On the floor It grows If you soak it It rolls Out the door
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