Music is My Hot Hot Sex :: Cansei De Ser Sexy

sorry for the late in the evening post y'all, but i had a super busy weekend, a canceled flight, and a class that i barely made it to this evening...'nough said.

getting back to business...many of you may know this song from the ipod commercials this past fall.

i like this song best because it is a bunch of women singing about how music is the best thing ever and i have to concur. i first remember hearign this song at chaos (in dc) a while back...and at the end of the performance, she whipped out the box to this:


ohmibod

...which makes me feel like, if i had one of these things, it would totally change the way i heard music...forever... :P

but anyway, i feel that the message of this song is completely appropriate to the mission of this blog.

and with that, i'll let y'all enjoy it for yourselves :)



Music is My Hot Hot Sex::Cansei De Ser Sexy

From all the drugs the one I like more is music
From all the junks the one I need more is music
From all the boys the one I take home is music
From all the ladies the one I kiss is music (muah!)

Music is my boyfriend
Music is my girlfriend
Music is my dead end
Music is my imaginary friend
Music is my brother
Music is my great-grand-daughter
Music is my sister
Music is my favorite mistress

From all the shit the one I gotta buy is music
From all the jobs the one I choose is music
From all the drinks, I get drunk off music
From all the bitches the one I wanna be is music

Music is my beach house
Music is my hometown
Music is my king-size bed
Music's where I make my friends
Music is my hot hot bath
Music is my hot hot sex
Music is my back rub
My music is where I'd like you to touch

Claro-que-sim
Fui escoteira-mirim
Direto da escola, não
Não ia cheirar cola
Nem basquete, pebolim
O que eu gosto não é de graça
O que gosto não é farsa
Tem guitarra, bateria, computador saindo som
Alguns dizem que mais alto que um furacão (rhéum)
Perto dele eu podia sentir
Saía de seu olho e chegava em mim
Sentada do seu lado
Eu queria encostar
Faria o tigela até o sol raiar
Debaixo do lençol
Ele gemia em ré bemol
Fiquei tensa
Mas tava tudo bem
Ele é fodão, mas eu sei que eu sou também