talvolta passo da profonde riflessioni a momenti di totale leggerezza in cui anche testi come questo mi paiono colmi di significato:
Sweat baby, sweat baby, sex is a Texas drought
Me and you do the kind of stuff that only Prince would sing about
So put your hands down my pants and I'll bet you'll feel nuts
Yes I'm Siskel, yes I'm Ebert and you're getting two thumbs up
You've had enough of two-hand touch
you want it rough you're out of bounds
I want you smothered want you covered
ike my Waffle House hashbrowns
Come quicker than FedEx never reach an apex
like Coca-Cola stock you are inclined
To make me rise an hour early just like Daylight Savings Time
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Love the kind you clean up with a mop and bucket
Like the lost catacombs of Egypt only God knows where we stuck it
Hieroglyphics? Let me be Pacific I wanna be down
in your South Seas but I got
this notion that the motion of your ocean means "Small Craft Advisory"
So if I capsize on your thighs high tide, be five you sunk my battleship
Please turn me on I'm Mister Coffee with an automatic drip
So show me yours I'll show you mine "Tool Time" you'll Lovett just like Lyle
And then we'll do it doggy style so we can both watch "X-Files"
(questa è la bloodhoud gang con "the bad touch").
che bello sentirsi un po' cretini ogni tanto. da niccolò fabi a discovery channel. per la cronaca, ora ascolto "gasolina". di male in peggio! e non mi sta neanche venendo l'analisi che devo fare di tre spot pubblicitari. non ne ho voglia.