Gimme Five

I’m gonna move off Magazine and Josephine
Met someone who can dance like Cyd Charisse
And I shoulda learned by now
I can still see your purple teeth smiling at me
Everything floats
Miss Dead Sea, I swim free
And I shoulda known by now
Ain’t it all in your hand?
Raised up high
You were made, to gimme five, oh me oh my oh
You were made, to gimme five
Hey you, Mr. E.S.L keep talking
Everyone knows you’re just the silver lining
But I’m the gold in her cavities
With a branch around my wrist I swing from slim willow limbs
Before they finally gave in
But I’ll carry you to the ground
Ain’t it all in your hand?
Raised up high
You were made, you were made
Ain’t it all in your hand
Raised up high
You were made to gimme five
Oh me oh my oh
You were made to gimme five
Oh me oh my oh
For the drive home
You were made to rave on, in my mind
Oh me oh my oh
Ain’t no high road
We was made to rave on, all five