The fact that I had a 2:30 a.m. debate on the lyrics to a certain song currently being played ad nauseum on every radio station and cable music channel should tell you what kind of weekend** I had.
Me: The lyrics to that song are NOT "Let me rub my face all around your waist". I'm pretty sure she says something about wrapping her thighs around his waist... though I will admit that after hearing it a million times, it DOES start to sound like she wants to rub her face in that general area. From now on I will be singing it your way, especially when the car windows are open at crowded intersections.
JC: Nice! There's nothing I hear in the lyrics about her wrapping her thighs around anything, though. It's definitely all about her FACE and where she plans on rubbing it.
Me: Do you actually think that woman rubs her face in or around anybody's lower region? She probably has someone on her payroll take care of those specific duties on her behalf; she will not mess up her hair & makeup for that. Have you forgotten that she's an original certified VH-1 Diva, circa '88?
JC: Really listen to it though! {cranking the volume and proceeding to break down the song for me like our lives depend on it} See, she wants someone to touch her body so she can then rub her face all up on his waist, which as far as I'm concerned is the natural progression of things, anyway. You know I'm right about this.
Me: This woman hits nearly inaudible high notes, which seem to be directly related to pressing a magic button inside of her left ear***, for a living. She probably spends millions preserving her throat with industrial humidifiers in hermeticially sealed rooms. The only thing she's rubbing her face all up on are butterflies made out of sparkly diamonds.
*Whoever figures out the connection to the singer in question and chaos theory in the comments is the gold-star reader of the day.
**My favorite kind, of course. I mean, hello? There was a 2:30 a.m. debate on song lyrics!
***You have to click on that hotlink and witness the hard work someone put into cutting together clips of the aforementioned high notes. It's truly a masterpiece. Warning: If your computer speakers are anywhere near a window, you better make sure it's made of shatter-proof glass.
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17 comments:
Would the connection be her obsession+effect? (don't want to spoil the guessing for your other readers, provided I'm right of course.) The answer would also be the title of a seriously bad Ashton Kutcher movie.
And if the lyrics ARE "rub my face all over your waist", I'd bet money that she wrote the lyrics for Hello Kitty.
I'm going to take a wild guess and say: Celine Dion.
I'm going to take a wild guess and say: Celine Dion.
LOL! I love weekend girl talk!
Too funny! I can't tell you how many late night discussions I've participated in over misunderstood lyrics! And for the record, it sounds like she's saying rub her face all up on his waist to me too. Weird, right? Can't picture that.
I thought she was saying let me rub my thighs on your face. I was wrong, but here are the correct lyrics. I found the lyrics at metrolyrics.com thought they might help you out.
MC, you're the place to be
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
I know that you've been waiting for it
I'm waiting too
In my imagination I'd be all up on you
I know you got that fever for me
102
And boy I know I feel the same
My temperature's through the roof
If there's a camera up in here
Then it's gonna leave with me
When I do (I do)
If there's a camera up in here
Then I'd best not catch this flick
On YouTube (YouTube)
'Cause if you run your mouth and brag
About this secret rendezvous
I will hunt you down
'Cause they be all up in my business
Like a Wendy interview
But this is private
Between you and I
Touch my body
Put me on the floor
Wrestle me around
Play with me some more
Touch my body
Throw me on the bed
I just wanna make you feel
Like you never did.
Touch my body
Let me wrap my thighs
All around your waist
Just a little taste
Touch my body
Know you love my curves
Come on and give me what I deserve
And touch my body.
Boy you can put me on you
Like a brand new white tee
I'll hug your body tighter
Than my favorite jeans
I want you to caress me
Like a tropical breeze
And float away with you
In the Caribbean Sea
If there's a camera up in here
Then it's gonna leave with me
When I do (I do)
If there's a camera up in here
Then I'd best not catch this flick
On YouTube (YouTube)
'Cause if you run your mouth and brag
About this secret rendezvous
I will hunt you down
'Cause they be all up in my business
Like a Wendy interview
But this is private
Between you and I
Touch my body
Put me on the floor
Wrestle me around
Play with me some more
Touch my body
Throw me on the bed
I just wanna make you feel
Like you never did.
Touch my body
Let me wrap my thighs
All around your waist
Just a little taste
Touch my body
Know you love my curves
Come on and give me what I deserve
And touch my body.
Imma treat you like a teddy bear
You won't wanna go nowhere
In the lap of luxury
Laying intertwined with me
You won't want for nothing boy
I will give you plenty of joy
Touch my body
Touch my body
Put me on the floor
Wrestle me around
Play with me some more
Touch my body
Throw me on the bed
I just wanna make you feel
Like you never did.
Touch my body
Let me wrap my thighs
All around your waist
Just a little taste
Touch my body
Know you love my curves
Come on and give me what I deserve
And touch my body.
Oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah
Oh yeah oh yeah
Oh oh oh oh yeah
Touch my body...
I think I'll alternate singing rub my thighs on your face and rub my face on your waist at the next stop light with the windows down!
Don't think we didn't discect those lyrics over and over again that night, but I still SWEAR it sounds like, "let me rub my face all up in your waist!" Maybe it's her "New York/Diva/I starred in a movie called Glitter" accent!?!?
Don't think we didn't discect those lyrics over and over again that night, but I still SWEAR it sounds like, "let me rub my face all up in your waist!" Maybe it's her "New York/Diva/I starred in a movie called Glitter" accent!?!?
Dang it. I'm too late. I wish I could have been your first comment. Oh well, next time!
I know that sparkly butterfly ring anywhere, I just saw it last week on Idol.
MC isn't my favorite, but I loved her back in the 90's!
Dang it. I'm too late. I wish I could have been your first comment. Oh well, next time!
I know that sparkly butterfly ring anywhere, I just saw it last week on Idol.
MC isn't my favorite, but I loved her back in the 90's!
My ex-husband went to high school with her. That adds absolutely nothing to your post but I thought I'd tell you anyway.
Oh, I SO would have been all over this conversation!!
I believe that the answer you are looking for linking the singer and chaos theory is the Butterfly.
Her album named Butterfly circa 1997 and the Butterfly Effect which, according to wikipedia "encapsulates the more technical notion of sensitive dependence on initial conditions in chaos theory.".
Cheers
Between Taj's stealthy answer & Chris' in-depth answer, I'm giving you both 2 gold stars! Yes, The Butterfly Effect is what I was looking for. Excellent job to the both of you.
@Taj: I knew I left out something, and a Hello Kitty mention in this post was it!
@CherryRide: You bring up a great point: we should all take a moment and hail the bes' singah in da whirrrl!
@Melissa: Hee hee... me, too!
@Christy: I could go on for days on how many misheard lyrics float around in my head...
@Anonymous: Whoever you are, you are after my own heart with that Rub my THIGHS on your FACE lyrical assumption. I think that's gotta be my favorite.
@Jen: We have so many options, I know we'll be offending people at intersections in Chicago & Texas! HEY-OOHHHH!
@Linds: It's ok if you're not the first commenter! I loved MC in the 90's too, and she's not so bad now, I just think of her as a cartoon character.
@Sauntering: Between this admission and the fact that you camped out to meet Rick Springfield in the 80's ensures that if you wrote a book I'd be the first in line to buy it.
@Swish: I know you would!
@Chris: Your in-depth answer is fantastico!
The though of MC rubbing her face on my waist while making that high pitched squeal kinda freaks me out.
Okay, I just read the lyrics posted by anonymous and maybe I'm like an old dried up prune or something but if I said any of those things to my husband, he would curl up into a ball in a fit of laughter. Seriously, we'd have to stop the sex just to handle all the cackling.
This post is a hoot...
I found you through Finslippy and thought I'd drop in. Glad I did!
Kim
Oooh...I'm too late to answer. Dang it!
Convo's at 2:30 in the morning are often quite deep. ;o)
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