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 bogey 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 slaggaboom, like you got's 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 got's 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