Hips

Here's the menu, choose what you like
This policy's brand new, it's defying the times
Now place your feet upon the table
Shake those hips and see what falls out - on the floor

Into the world gripping your hand is mother nature's child
Their starting up a band telling tales of bug-lit statues
Mirrors of a delicate past where the animals are open and the trees tell sappy tales
But it's raining outside, is it calling?
Calling you here, my dear?

Fallen by night, raised for the light
Protected by angels that sport all things bright
Now place your feet upon the table
Shake those hips and see what falls out
Smack those lips like we did before