“I don’t know why she just keeps passing me by.” Fun hump-day dance, with a boy meets girl tale of woe. “I ask her for her name and she gave me no reply.” Lust’s labours lost. With a wonderful MarvinGaye flavor I am glad to see the dance floor fill with “strange pleasure for going through this pain.” We’ve all been there, and the feeling has no true word – strange pleasure fits the bill. Like raw shrimp cooked only in the juices of a raw jalapeño and eaten whole while dancing. Of course, we are human, so the seeds have been scraped out. Jamie Foxx
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Jamie Foxx – I Don’t Know
“I don’t know why she just keeps passing me by.” Fun hump-day dance, with a boy meets girl tale of woe. “I ask her for her name and she gave me no reply.” Lust’s labours lost. With a wonderful MarvinGaye flavor I am glad to see the dance floor fill with “strange pleasure for going through this pain.” We’ve all been there, and the feeling has no true word – strange pleasure fits the bill. Like raw shrimp cooked only in the juices of a raw jalapeño and eaten whole while dancing. Of course, we are human, so the seeds have been scraped out. Jamie Foxx
