I was walking down the skyway my way. When I saw the legs that I love. I was thinking about drinking something. When I saw the legs that I love. I bought a car 'twas a low slung thunderwing.
People passing by, all through the night. They use my senses in strange ways. She knows just what you are, like a fading star. And she uses my senses in strange ways *.
T . are . E . X.. Some call me Arnie. Some name me Slim. It don't make no difference. 'Cause I move right in. They call me the groover. When I'm on the floor.