Showing posts with label Cansei De Ser Sexy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cansei De Ser Sexy. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

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