Wednesday, July 06, 2005

Ever hear a song first thing in the a.m., and the lyrics stick in your head. You hear it, you remember it, you weren't crazy about it when it was a hit, but still you know most of the words, remember what you were like when it was popular, but can't remember who sang it.

Walking like a man, hitting like a hammer, she's a juvenile scam.Never was a quitter, tasty like a raindrop, she's got the look.
Heavenly bound cause heaven's got a number when she's spinning me around, kissing is a colour. Her loving is a wild dog, she's got the look.
She's got the look.She's got the look.What in the world can make a brown-eyed girl turn blue. When everything I'll ever do I'll do for youand I go: la la la la la she's got the look.
Fire in the ice naked to the t-bone is a lover's disguise. Banging on the head drum, shaking like a mad bull, she's got the look.
Swaying to the band, moving like a hammer she's a miracle man. Loving is the ocean, kissing is the wet sand, she's got the look.
And she goes: na na na na na na na na.

All day long, the same annoying lyrics haunt you. You come home. You google a few of the lyrics, and as soon as you click the link you remember who it was. You sigh, and think to yourself, "what kind of crap was that?" And wonder when the hell they'll turn up on Hit Me Baby One More Time.
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dena at 7:29 PM

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at 12:28 PM Blogger soapbox.SUPERSTAR said...

I remember that one - and thanks for putting it in my head now.

 

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