This Glim, that Moon-Pearl,
That Deck-stealing Artist’s Girl,
This one for them Clay Men,
Yea A-men, straight masterpieces
Stylin, while I’m
Living it up in the City
Got masks on, got rags on,
High Persuasive makes me so pretty.

I’m too hot (Hot damn)
Call the Constables, Mr Fires, man,
I’m too hot (Hot damn)
Make my lizard wanna retire, man
I’m too hot (Hot damn),
So say my name, you know who I am!
I’m too hot! (Hot damn)
And I’m mad ‘bout that Honey.

Girls, hit your Hallelujah (x3)
Cause Downtown Funk gonna give it to you
Saturday night, the Neath is alight!
Don’t believe me? Just watch!
—
Stop! Wait a minute!
Fill my cup, get some Greyfields in it!
Take a sip, check my Deck,
Urchin! Get my bag!
Ride to Wolfstack, Ladybones, Carnival, Shuttered Palace
on a Velocipede, so you can’t catch me
Constables aren’t ever gonna get me!
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(and so on)