Buffalo Stance Songtext
von Neneh Cherry
Buffalo Stance Songtext
A DJ!
Who′s that gigolo on the street
With his hands in his pockets and his crocodile feet
Hanging off the curb, looking all absurd
As the boys from home, they all came running
They were making noise, manhandling toys
That's the girls on the block with the nasty curves
Wearing padded bras, sucking beer through straws
Dropping down their drawers, where did you get yours?
Gigolo (Huh, sucker)
Gigolo
Gigolo (Huh, sucker)
Gigolo
Who′s looking good today?
Who's looking good in every way?
No style rookie
You better watch, don't mess with me
No money man could win my love
It′s sweetness that I′m thinking of
We always hang in a buffalo stance
We do the dive every time we dance
I give you love, baby, not romance
I make a move, nothing left to chance
So don't you get fresh with me
Get funky
Yeah, Timmy
Tell it like it is
Yo (On the dance)
Check out this DJ (On the dance)
Yo
So you say you want the money
But you know it′s never funny
When your shoes worn through
And there's a rumble in your tummy
But you have to have style
Get a go-to smile
Put a girl on the corner
So you can make her pile
Who′s that gigolo on the street
With his hands in his pockets and his crocodile feet
Hanging off the curb, looking all absurd
As the boys from home, they all came running
They were making noise, manhandling toys
That's the girls on the block with the nasty curves
Wearing padded bras, sucking beer through straws
Dropping down their drawers, where did you get yours?
Gigolo (Huh, sucker)
Gigolo
Gigolo (Huh, sucker)
Gigolo
Who′s looking good today?
Who's looking good in every way?
No style rookie
You better watch, don't mess with me
No money man could win my love
It′s sweetness that I′m thinking of
We always hang in a buffalo stance
We do the dive every time we dance
I give you love, baby, not romance
I make a move, nothing left to chance
So don't you get fresh with me
Get funky
Yeah, Timmy
Tell it like it is
Yo (On the dance)
Check out this DJ (On the dance)
Yo
So you say you want the money
But you know it′s never funny
When your shoes worn through
And there's a rumble in your tummy
But you have to have style
Get a go-to smile
Put a girl on the corner
So you can make her pile
Writer(s): Neneh Cherry, Cameron Mcvey, Phil Ramocon, Jamie Morgan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

