Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song She Said What?, artist - The Quantic Soul Orchestra.
Date of issue: 21.10.2007
Song language: English
She Said What? |
Please my dear, soft an' clear |
Let me whisper in your ear as I hold you near |
Dance wi' me like a stranger for the time being |
I steal your heart an' we could flee from the crime scene |
I must admit you’re looking gooder than a little bit |
I got a proposition; |
I hope you consider it |
The way you move so smooth make my heart skip |
To the beat you got me giddy like a little kid |
I’m wondering if, you an' I could take a trip |
To the bar for a second to select a sip |
And chat it up a bit, drinking what you’re drinking |
'cos I’m hoping that you’re thinking like I’m thinking when we finish it |
And when she said that, I was taken aback |
I damn near tripped over the track |
And then she asked me, «Can you handle triple sec wi' ?» |
And for a second, son, I swear I ain’t know how to react |
That’s what she said to me with the lights just right |
And the beat so fly we could glide all night |
Had me open like a bar before ten |
That’s why I was drenched with French Connection |
I can’t believe what she said to me |
With a voice that was sweeter than the smell of her neck |
I said, «All due respect, I’m gon' drink wi' chu but right now |
If you’re thinking like I’m thinking ain’t no telling what a drink could do |
Well she said «please my dear, soft and clear |
Let me whisper in your ear, as I hold you near |
Dance with me like a stranger for the time being |
I steal your heart and we can flee from the crime scene |
I must admit you’re lookin' gooder than a little bit |
I got a proposition, I hope you consider it.» |
I tried to play it cool like the Ice Bowl |
But she was fine like criticizing refs in basketball |
Wearin' a red dress, that had me goin' Gene Wilder |
Than a Kelly Lebrock scene with Stevie Wonder singin' |
Don’t drive drunk, I just call them things |
She had the love lumps, the curves, a-all them things |
I wanna get between, if we could split the scene |
I’ma close-up a show, like Mariano Rivera |
With a riviera flow you know |
Is that what attracted her? |
It’s possible |
That she’s a fan of the musical movement |
The move that led to the sure improvement |
Or could it be the way I show and prove it |
That make' her wanna explore my |
Muscular, skeletoral, and cardiovascular |
Givin' her body more than it could ask me for |
And just when you think |
«Could I be gassed much more?» |
Snap my head back |
What the fuck was that? |
Where the fuck I’m at? |
Where the hell she go? |
Is my mind playin' tricks on me? |
I guess so |
She hadn’t said to me |
Anything at all |
I was playin' the role of a fly on the wall |
Or better yet a lush at the bar |
Starin' at her beauty from afar |
She hadn’t said to me |
Not a word all night |
Bartender said, «Mister, is you feelin' alright? |
You were starin' at that lady for a while.» |
Just as he pointed, she looked back and smiled |
I can’t believe she hadn’t said to me |
Not a goddamn thing |
She was just dancing |
And doin' her damn thing |
I must be drugged |
To be rhymin' thing wi' thing |
I was too blacked to move |
With the bar daydream |
She hadn’t said to me |
Anything I thought, see now |
Lookin' around to see who else caught me |
One thing the episode taught me |
What to drink next time, when the clock strikes three |
If the bartender cared, then he coulda brought me |
A little less Long Island, little more iced tea |
One thing’s for sure I was feelin' shorty |
If I pass up the chance, the vision will haunt me |
So I gather myself and took a short leave |
From the bar to the dance floor right where she be |
How to approach her, two steps closer |
Pushed up on her, like a man is supposed to |
And told her |
«Show me a thing or two |
I got a secret you can peep it |
You can get it, you can keep it |
From the fling, to the ring, to the spring with you |
Gettin' ahead of myself, I can’t hang with you |
The way you move out here |
I ain’t the only one to stop and stare |
But I’m the only one prepared to take it there |
Others wanna step up, but didn’t make it here |
You make it hotter than a pepper, I’m no half-stepper |
I was wonderin' if you and I can take a trip |
To the bar for a second, to select a sip» |
We chatted up a bit |
But just then, she put a finger on my lips |
And her hand on my waist |
Close the eyes |
Got put into the rhythm of some next shit |
I was just tryin' to keep pace |
She was feelin' my style |
I could tell from the way she moved |
And the smile on her face |
Then she whispered in my ear |
So soft, so sweet, so clear |
«No habla inglés…» |