Manic Music Monday

Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention, puhleeeze?

If you have not yet seen the JD version of Sweeney Todd, shame on thee. This is one of my very favorite scenes from the movie. You just have to watch the whole thing Johnny Depp is even hot as a demonic barber and he could give me “a trim” just any day of the week!

I was perusing youtube today (duh), and found a few of my favorite “tubes” and since it IS manic music Monday, I decided to share those with my “friends and neighbors.” I have also included some lyrics below for a song or two that I have not posted, along with my own editorial comments Enjoy!

First is Michael McDonald (who could “park his shoes under my bed ANYtime,” ’specially if he could reach the “high notes.”)

Something for “the boys”: Sheena Easton, “Strut.”

Something for the ladies, a sort of testimonial to a woman’s life through color: Lorrie Morgan, “Something In Red.”

One more PHENOMENAL Michael McDonald because he makes me HAWT :): “Lonely Teardrops.”

I am a long-time Sheena Easton fan, mostly because of the energy she exuded on stage, but also because of some pretty “hawt” lyrics. She got in some trouble for this one, but damn if it is not an “inspiring” tune

Sugar Walls
Where I came from there’s a place called heaven
That’s the place where all the good children go
The houses are of silver, the streets are gold
But there’s more where you come from, my sugar walls

Blood races to your private spots, that lets me know there’s a fire
You can’t fight passion when passion is hot
Temperatures rise inside my sugar walls

Chorus:
Lemme take you somewhere you’ve never been
I could show you things you’ve never seen
I could make you never wanna fall in love again
Come spend the night inside my sugar walls

Take advantage, it’s alright

I feel so alive when I’m with you
Come and feel my presence, it’s reigning tonight
Heaven on earth inside my sugar walls

Chorus:

I can tell you want me, it’s impossible to hide
Your body’s on fire, admit it! Come inside
Come inside my sugar walls
Come spend the night inside my sugar walls

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I HAD to include the lyrics from “Strut” because they are somewhat near and dear to my heart for reasons I shall not disclose on this blog (no…I am NOT a hooker).

Strut
He said, “Baby, what’s wrong with you? Why don’t you use your imagination?
Nations go to war over women like you, it’s just a form of appreciation.
Come on over here, lay your clothes on the chair,
Now let the lace fall across your shoulder
Standing in the half-light, you’re almost like her
So take it slow like your daddy told you.”

Chorus:
Strut, pout, put it out, that’s what you want from women
Come on, baby, whatcha taking me for?
Strut, pout, cut it out, all taking and no giving.
Watch me, baby, while I walk out the door.

I said, “Honey, I don’t like this game, you make me feel like a girl for hire.
All this fascination with leather and lace is just the smoke from another fire.”
He said, “Honey, don’t stop a speeding train before it reaches its destination
Lie down here beside me, oh, have some fun, too.
Don’t turn away from your true vocation.”

Chorus:
I won’t be your baby doll, be your baby doll.
I won’t be your baby doll, be your baby doll.
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‘Tis time for the lowly wench to go back into the trenches of Manglish and mayhem. Enjoy your Monday. I am.

Wench out.