Float up on those tinsel heels
Dance, passista girl, why not?
They pull your string and set you free
(you go)
Your hips are smarter than you are
(they know)
Peca no gonzé, peca no gonza
You think it's just a swagger
but it's morse code
tapping into all our desperate bones.
Hey, hey-- we could catch you,
if you only had to breath.
This motion notion
slickness sickness
I could dance like you if I made a deal
with the spider woman who lives in the banana trees
and smokes cocoa beans all day.
If she wanted my bracelet,
or maybe my watch,
I could dance like you.
And if she wasn't just a thing I sometimes say.
Oh la la, Oh lé lé, Peca no gonza, Peca no gonzé.
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