Johnny Blazes & The Pretty Boys Soul Vernacular Lyrics

She came in to try on some lace up shoes
Her smile was practically coy
Her eyes travelled down me then came back up
I could see I was her kinda boy

She wasted no time on shyness or games
Type A, through and through
She wanted to know could she get my number
Would I show her just what I could do

I said, "Well, that depends, do you know my friends
Stevie, Aretha, and Sly?"
With a look confused, she shook her head
And I realized my oh my

She ain't got no soul vernacular
She don't play that funk spectacular
She ain't got that groove inside-a her
No, no vernacular

She tried again to gain some ground
She liked my vest and tie
But girl if you can't groove with me You really should not even try

Joe Cocker howled and Janis she growled
And Nina moaned in my ear
They said, "Boy, she's cute, but you know it can't work
I'm sorry, but it's just as you feared"

She ain't got no soul vernacular
She don't play that funk spectacular
She ain't got that groove inside-a her
No, no vernacular

That B3 shimmer, that brass shine glimmer
There's nothing like it in this world
But maybe with time she'll learn her shit
And then we'll see, but girl

You gotta know your soul vernacular
You have to play that funk spectacular
You gotta feel that that groove inside-a ya
Oh, soul vernacular

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