Tongue in cheek till a hole burns out her mouth
(And fingers crossed like the promise of cub scouts)
And we know that the picture in her heart-shaped locket
Is far from an inanimate object
She's as dark as the blood pulsing under her skin
(Still afraid of the boogey-man under her bed)
And we know that the ashes in the urn was a person
And we never should have burned him

Shake it, shake it like you 'bouts to get paid
Boom, slagga-boom, like you gots a peg leg
(Boom, slagge-boom, like you gots a peg leg)

I'm game, you're game; you're the main attraction,
And the way you fit your jeans it makes me ready for action.
Break it down to a fraction,
I'm doing decimal subtraction to find a reaction.

This is for the C oh 3 oh free my people,
We've got the music that you can't stand still to,
And even if you don't dance,
I've gotta get you out and take this chance,

I caught her cornering the pictures in her purse,
A white reflection of the window of his hearse,
And she knows not to be another wife in waiting,
So she's just a widow that I'm dating.
Rolled up sleeves with a carton in it's fold,
A rusted chain with a cross that once was gold,
And I look from a distance as the coffin closes,
And disappears below the roses.

Shake it, shake it like you bouts to get paid,
Boom slaggaboom, like you gots a peg leg.

This is for the C oh 3 oh free my people,
We've got the music that you can't stand still to,
And even if you don't dance,
I've gotta get you out and take this chance

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