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Song of the Week

In honor of the blissful nuptials of Mariah Carey and Nick Cannon, I present to you the lyrics for Gigolo, perhaps the only Nick Cannon song anyone knows:

Mami, when we leave the club, leave wit us
You don’t need ya car keys, we gon’ fair in the bus
And the way you wear ya jeans, is means to cuss
So DAMN!, how you get them on, DAMN! big secrets on her
Throwback chick, hotter than Ms. Vic Damone
This the type of … I’m on, not picking up the phone
Unless you unblock ya joint, then put on ya coat
Know when to hit, when Nick get in the booth
Come through in something new, wit the invisible roof
Oh the settings on my necklace them invisible too…
When we do what we do, we can’t be visible boo
The last thing I need is lawsuits, all I did is call you
Initiated first move, shorty that was all you
I’m NOT tryna be ya man, pimp bones in my body
Rock them body-hotty, rock them, like ladi-dadi
Me and Kels on ducati’s, wanna see you drop it shawty, oh weee

Nick Cannon probably sang this to Mariah, replacing “Mami” with “Mimi,” and the two of them immediately retired to the penthouse suite of the Tropicana Hotel, so that Mimi could partake of Nick Cannon’s “pimp bone” while surrounded by mirrored walls/ceilings, flamingos, and Golden Girls wallpaper. Nothing says Gigolo like a pastel rainbow.

Gotta love a dude who tells you to leave your car keys, cuz you’ll travel by bus!

(lyrics courtesy of LyricWiki)

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Favorite Song of the Week

My favorite song this week (and last week for that matter) is Bleeding Love by Leona Lewis. She gave a bomb-diggity performance last night, didn’t she? Shout out to you know who in the audience!

Here are some select lyrics, which I took from LyricWiki:

But something happened for the very first time with you
My heart melted to the ground, found something true
And everyone’s looking ’round, thinking I’m going crazy

But I don’t care what they say
I’m in love with you
They tried to pull me away
But they don’t know the truth
My heart’s crippled by the vein that I keep on closing

You cut me open and I
Keep bleeding, keep, keep bleeding love
I keep bleeding, I keep, keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding, keep, keep bleeding love
You cut me open

Hmmmm . . . I really enjoy this song. I like the beat, I like how the music doesn’t kick in until the chorus. But looking at these words, I can deduce that Leona Lewis is abso-freakin-lutely crazy. She’s like the crazy chick in those cliche movies who sleeps with the dude on the first date and falls in love with him. Based on the lyrics, apparently her friends also think she’s crazy, as they don’t hesitate to try to pull her away from the dude who hit it and quit it.

And then, in an ultimate display of love, she tells the Barney-like character (watch How I Met Your Mother – it’s awesome) to “cut” her “open” and she will keep “bleeding love.” Wow. If I am Leona Lewis’ ex-boyfriend (or ex-Barney for that matter), I would run as far away from the UK as possible. I’d straight hide in the South American rain forests, because this girl is not joking. She will track your ass down, hand you a knife, and ask you to cut her ass open so she can bleed love for you. I’m imagining her next single to be four and a half minutes about seppuku.

I still love the song though. I’m going to sing it to the hubby to freak him out.

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