e, para os que acusam este blog de ser demasiado clássico e sisudo, eis um pouco de nudez avulsa...

(regulada, claro, pelos limites do decoro, decência e moral pública, como é de bom tom e consta aliás dos regulamentos vigentes da autoridade portuária de brighton)

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 its 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 solder

but rap now up i'm a roller, i take a look over my shoulder

and i see this sexy thing, i think its time to walk 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

still she dare gon' play, she backed it up

so i got behind her, and i lapped it up

then we danced all night, until the sun came out

then i took her to my yard then i wrapped it up

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

explode

if you poke it

exposed

on the floor

it grows

if you soak it

it rolls

out the door