Toe Jam

The BPA

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    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
    It's a paradise
    Watch my life like it's 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 don't mix with coca cola, or soda

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    But right now I'm 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 it's all good, I suppose

    She picked a good place and she packed 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

    It's 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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    Composición: David Byrne, Norman Cook y Dylan Mills

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