Foxy Moxie Songtext
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Foxy Moxie Songtext
Hmm
Fade, uh
Dressed like a sexy disco ball ready to rock
Foxy Moxie glides in, high heels click like a clock
All the city′s bitin', she′s not a flavor for the weak
But you would never guess it from her slender stealth physique
Handmade satellite floats by on a string
Color-coded makeup, brain is buffering
Say you want a taste, say you trust her with your life
Come undo yourself with her fake blood and real black knife
Stranger play seduction, headlines scrap for attention
Erotic blush and friction, plus some games best left unmentioned
Spectators left behind, participants play with your mind
Life can be a gamble or a grind with different graphic design
Push the button, darling, does it open, does it close?
Autopilot blushing, oh, it's programmed, you suppose
Sign your waiver, darling, your attention's realigned
Wired for your pleasure and I know what′s on your mind
Foxy Moxie, change the channel, spin the dial
Purple fingernail file so tactile
She′s got polka dots and paradox
Satellite chic, butter wouldn't melt
But Foxy Moxie writes the rules
Then steals the show, slippin′ out the back
Blue lights glow in the snow, now you know
Slim and trim again, life is a gem
She'll spin you out and back again
Cassettes in her clutch, your secrets on tape
Whispers set to blister, hidden in your vape
Subtle maneuvers, sly advances, flirty little glances
Hovering just close enough to grant a few more chances
Her database of lovers fogged, locked, she′ll back it up
Her password is your last word, party's ready to erupt
Sounds for eons, cherries on her checklist, hard to read
Got free to lead and do the deed (Baby, what you need?)
Moxie in the moon rover, knife hidden in a drawer
Max out, relax, now it′s time to do some more
Retrofuturist, supersonic, synesthetic upgrade
Cat eyes calculating every penny you get paid
Foxy Moxie steps on your grass, touches your dial
You just see you're on file, tactile, so relax while
Foxy dots your vacant lots with paradox and poems
Microscopic microbes sing, you'll never be alone
Foxy Moxie writes the rules, then throws ′em out
Do it to it (What?) The damn thing
Show ′em what you're all about
Ultra postmodern, ultra femme
She′ll spin you out and back again
She'll kick you out front and then sneak you right back in, mm
She′ll kick you out front and then sneak you right back in
Bonsoir, mon amour
Falling fast asleep on that black marble floor
Every episode takes you to another mode
The beast gives you your barcode, now you're ready to explode
Next episode, oh, oh
Fade, uh
Dressed like a sexy disco ball ready to rock
Foxy Moxie glides in, high heels click like a clock
All the city′s bitin', she′s not a flavor for the weak
But you would never guess it from her slender stealth physique
Handmade satellite floats by on a string
Color-coded makeup, brain is buffering
Say you want a taste, say you trust her with your life
Come undo yourself with her fake blood and real black knife
Stranger play seduction, headlines scrap for attention
Erotic blush and friction, plus some games best left unmentioned
Spectators left behind, participants play with your mind
Life can be a gamble or a grind with different graphic design
Push the button, darling, does it open, does it close?
Autopilot blushing, oh, it's programmed, you suppose
Sign your waiver, darling, your attention's realigned
Wired for your pleasure and I know what′s on your mind
Foxy Moxie, change the channel, spin the dial
Purple fingernail file so tactile
She′s got polka dots and paradox
Satellite chic, butter wouldn't melt
But Foxy Moxie writes the rules
Then steals the show, slippin′ out the back
Blue lights glow in the snow, now you know
Slim and trim again, life is a gem
She'll spin you out and back again
Cassettes in her clutch, your secrets on tape
Whispers set to blister, hidden in your vape
Subtle maneuvers, sly advances, flirty little glances
Hovering just close enough to grant a few more chances
Her database of lovers fogged, locked, she′ll back it up
Her password is your last word, party's ready to erupt
Sounds for eons, cherries on her checklist, hard to read
Got free to lead and do the deed (Baby, what you need?)
Moxie in the moon rover, knife hidden in a drawer
Max out, relax, now it′s time to do some more
Retrofuturist, supersonic, synesthetic upgrade
Cat eyes calculating every penny you get paid
Foxy Moxie steps on your grass, touches your dial
You just see you're on file, tactile, so relax while
Foxy dots your vacant lots with paradox and poems
Microscopic microbes sing, you'll never be alone
Foxy Moxie writes the rules, then throws ′em out
Do it to it (What?) The damn thing
Show ′em what you're all about
Ultra postmodern, ultra femme
She′ll spin you out and back again
She'll kick you out front and then sneak you right back in, mm
She′ll kick you out front and then sneak you right back in
Bonsoir, mon amour
Falling fast asleep on that black marble floor
Every episode takes you to another mode
The beast gives you your barcode, now you're ready to explode
Next episode, oh, oh
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