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I walked in, sat down |
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Took my sutomary look around |
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I saw a fine young thin heading straight my eyes |
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And before I could think if something slick to say |
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She sat right down and said, ?Yes, you may? |
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She was slappin' the cakes on me, my friend |
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She was slappin' the cakes on me |
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She was slappin' the cakes on me, my friend |
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She was slappin' the cakes on me as any fool could plainly see |
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She was full of feminie expertise |
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She was on her toes, I was on my knees |
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She was slappin' the cakes on me, my friend |
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She was slappin' the cakes on me |
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I was mute, I was mum, I was trying not look too dumb |
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I said I certainly hope you won't misconstrue |
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But perhaps we could have a little drink or two |
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I said, ?What's your pleasure?? , she said, ?Guys like you? |
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We walked out hand in hand, exactly as the lady planned |
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Then I moved in with my smoothest line |
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I said, ?Look here woman, what's your sign?? |
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Later for that your place or mine |
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She was slappin' the cakes on me, my friend |
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She was slappin' the cakes on me |
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She was slappin' the cakes on me, my friend |
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She was slappin' the cakes on me as any fool could plainly see |
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She was a ruthless master of poetry |
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She was over my head, I was out of my league |
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She was slappin' the cakes on me, my friend |
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She was slappin' the cakes on me |
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Now to tell you the truth that's exactly what happened |
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Just the other night when this lady started |
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She was slappin' the cakes on me |
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She was slappin' the cakes on me |
