miss thing
I've been reading Halley for a while now, even though I'm lazy and haven't managed to add her to my blogroll. How can you not love someone who updates constantly and writes about alpha males and the fabulous wierdness that is being a girl and that you should buy toys as an antidote to pre-war stress? It's wonderful to find someone who writes so well about this stuff. But she's been doing this love song thing lately, and that I'm not entirely sure about. I need more evility in my music. So I'm offering you guys this other happy love song to even things out in blogaria. (Unhumored individuals beware.)
Like A Bad Girl Should
by The Cramps
I love your ass
For better or worse
I love the nasty way you curse
When you sit down
It’s wild how you sit
Grind your heel in the ground –
The groovy way you spit
Oooh you look good
Oooh you smell good
Oooh you taste good
Like a bad girl should
When I need love
I love how you feel
When I need dough,
I love how you steal
I love the sick
Way you think
The way your perfume
Makes you stink
Oooh you look good
Oooh you smell good
Oooh you taste good
Like a bad girl should
I love your boots
Your fancy clothes
Your bouffant hair
Your pantyhose
I blow a gasket
For your pink jellybean
Your picnic basket
Splits my spleen
Oooh you look good
Oooh you smell good
Oooh you taste good
Like a bad girl should
These immortal lyrics are from this album:
The Cramps are playing the Shim Sham Club in New Orleans April 28 and 29. I will be in New Orleans March 30 through April 4. And I have a big honkin' Final Project Presentation April 30. This is the most unfair thing I've heard of in a long time.