Nothing you could say
Can tear me away from my guy
Nothing you could do
‘Cause I’m stuck like glue to my guy
I’m stickin’ to my guy
Like a stamp to a letter
Like the birds of a feather
We stick together
I’m tellin’ you from the start
I can’t be torn apart from my guy
Nothing you can do
Could make me untrue to my guy
Nothing you could buy
Could make me tell a lie to my guy
I gave my guy my word of honor
To be faithful and I’m gonna
You best be believing
I won’t be deceiving my guy
As a matter of opinion I think he’s tops
My opinion is he’s the cream of the crop
As a matter of taste to be exact
He’s my ideal as a matter of fact
No muscle bound man
Could take my hand from my guy
No handsome face
Could ever take the place of my guy
He may not be a movie star
But when it comes to being happy we are
There’s not a man today
Who could take me away from my guy
No muscle bound man
Could take my hand from my guy
No handsome face
Could ever take the place of my guy
He may not be a movie star
But when it comes to being happy we are
There’s not a man today
Who could take me away from my guy
There’s not a man today
Who could take me away from my guy
(Tell me more)
There’s not a man today
Who could take me away from my guy
Queria ver se fosse o “Créu”…
Whenever I’m with him
Something inside
Starts to burnin’
And I’m filled with desire
Could it be the devil in me
Or is this the way love’s supposed to be
Just like a heatwave
Burning in my heart
Can’t keep from cryin’
It’s tearing me apart
Whenever he calls my name
So slow, sweet and plain
I feel, yeah, yeah, well I feel that burning flame
Has my blood pressure got a hold on me
Or is this the way love’s supposed to be
Just like a heatwave
Burning in my heart
Can’t keep from cryin’
It’s tearing me apart
Sometimes I stare in space
Tears all over my face
I can’t explain it, don’t understand it
I ‘ain’t never felt like this before
But that doesn’t mean it has me amazed
I don’t know what to do, my head’s in a haze
Just like a heatwave
Burning in my heart
Can’t keep from cryin’
It’s tearing me apart
Don’t pass up this chance
This time it’s a true romance
Heatwave
Lembra daquele vídeo que eu falei no começo da semana que passou no Sci-Fi Channel antecipando o final da última fase de Battlestar Galactica? Foi pro YouTube:
O seriado volta nessa sexta – e se você não assistiu a tudo, esse é o melhor jeito de se inteirar do que está acontecendo…
(Stop)
Oh yes, wait a minute Mister Postman
(Wait)
Wait Mister Postman
Please Mister Postman, look and see
(Oh yeah)
If there’s a letter in your bag for me
(Please, Please Mister Postman)
Why’s it takin’ such a long time
(Oh yeah)
For me to hear from that boy of mine
There must be some word today
From my boyfriend so far away
Pleas Mister Postman, look and see
If there’s a letter, a letter for me
I’ve been standin’ here waitin’ Mister Postman
So patiently
For just a card, or just a letter
Sayin’ he’s returnin’ home to me
(Mister Postman)
Mister Postman, look and see
(Oh yeah)
If there’s a letter in your bag for me
(Please, Please Mister Postman)
Why’s it takin’ such a long time
(Oh yeah)
For me to hear from that boy of mine
So many days you passed me by
See the tears standin’ in my eyes
You didn’t stop to make me feel better
By leavin’ me a card or a letter
(Mister Postman)
Mister Postman, look and see
(Oh yeah)
If there’s a letter in your bag for me
(Please, Please Mister Postman)
Why’s it takin’ such a long time
(Why don’t you check it and see one more time for me, you gotta)
Wait a minute
Wait a minute
Wait a minute
Wait a minute
(Mister Postman)
Mister Postman, look and see
(C’mon deliver the letter, the sooner the better)
Mister Postman
Mais um comercial…
O comercial é legal, mas não dá pra não perceber uma metáfora sinistra por trás dessas cores e sorrisos todos…
Hoje também é dia de capricorniano ilustre: quem completa meio século de vida é ninguém menos que a Motown e eu vou passar a semana linkando vídeos da gravadora que apresentou o soul ao mundo em escala industrial. Começando com o primeiro hit:
“Shop Around”
(William “Smokey” Robinson & Berry Gordy)
When I became of age my mother called me to her side
She said ‘son you’re growing up now, pretty soon
You’ll take a bride’…
[Sings:]
And then she said…
‘Just because you’ve become a young man now
(Man, now)
There’s still some things that you don’t understand now
(Son, now)
Before you ask some girl for her hand now
(My son)
Keep your freedom for as long as you can now’
My mama told me…’you better shop around’
(Shop, shop around) a-whoa-yeah
You better (uh-huh) shop around!
(Shop, shop around)
Uh-uh-uh
‘There’s some things that I want you to know now
(Uh-huh-…ooo)
A just as sure as the winds gonna blow now
(Uh-huh-…ooo)
The women come and the women gonna go now
(Uh-huh…ooo)
Before you tell ‘em that you love ‘em so now
My mama told me…’you better shop around’
(Shop, shop around) whoa-yeah
You better (uh-huh) shop around
(Shop, shop around)
‘A-gotta get yourself a bargain son
Don’t be sold on the very first one
A-pretty girls come a dime a dozen
A-try to find one who’s gonna give ya true lovin’
(Uh-huh…ooo)
‘Before you take a girl and say I do now
A make sure she’s in love with-a you now’
My mama told me
(You better shop around)
Oh-hey-hey-hey
(ooooooh)
‘Try to get yourself a bargain son
Don’t be sold on the very first one!
(First one, first one)
A pretty girls come a dime a dozen
A try to find one who’s gonna give ya true lovin’
(Uh-huh…ooo)
Before you take a girl and say ‘I do’ now
Make sure she’s in love with a-you now
Make sure that her love is true now
I’d hate to see you feelin’ sad and blue now’
My Mama told me
‘You better shop around’
(Shop, shop around)
(Uh-huh ‘don’t let the first one get you’)
(Shop, shop around)
On no,cuz I don’t wanna see ya ‘wicher’
(Uh-huh shop, shop around)
Uh-huh ‘before you let ‘em hold you tight’
(Shop, shop around)
A-yeah-yeah (shop around)
‘Make sure shes alright’
(Uh-huh, shop, shop around)
‘Uh-huh before you let ‘em take your hand my son’
(Uh-huh, shop, shop around)
‘Understand my son’
(Uh-huh, shop, shop around)
‘Be a man my son’
(Uh-huh, shop, shop around)
‘I know you can my son’
(Uh-huh, shop, shop around)
I love it
(Uh-huh shop, shop around)
A shop around…
Acho humor português fodaço.