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You don't argue with a thing like gravity or a girl who's got her eye on what he's got.
No morality or how hard my daddy beat me can keep or cure me from wanting what I want.
He's going to drop, drop it.
He's going to drop, drop it now now now...
It's not my fault that I have my appetites, I'm
just as hungry as the good lord made me.
He's going to drop, drop it...
Now I can taste it.
Now I know what they're talking about.
It feels so good I can't see with this taste in my mouth
Now I can taste it.
Now I know what they're talking about.
I'm sticky with my first lesson in licking up pleasure before it melts.
It's so good I'll be waiting the rest of my life.
It's so good I'll be searching the rest of my life.
It's so good I'll take where I find it the rest of my life.
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| Lyric Credits: |
Susan Hwang |
| Music Credits: |
Clean & Nasty |
| Producer Credits: |
Michael Gittleman |
| Publisher Credits: |
Clean & Nasty |
| Performance Credits: |
Clean & Nasty |
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Short Song Description:
blues based, kind of jazzy, kind of loungy song with tempo changes and general sensual feel.
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Long Song Description:
blues based, kind of jazzy, kind of loungy song with tempo changes and general sensual feel.
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Story Behind the Song:
My roommate Jasonides lives for food. She's one of the best cooks I've ever met. She will not allow a store bought pie crust in the house. If she didn't have to work for the man upwards of 60 hours a week and if we had more room in our Crown Heights back yard, she would raise and butcher her own lambs for moussaka.
You don't want to be around when she's hungry. She's been known to work out obsessively to keep her svelte figure, because she's biologically incapable of dieting and morally opposed to being fat. She told me the story of when she was three, living in Greece with parents who would not allow her to eat sweets. She saw a boy with an ice cream cone and trailed him around the apartment complex until he dropped the cone on the sidewalk and ran away crying. Stupid boy... Jasonides doesn't waste time with crying when it comes to spilled ice cream. She immediately got down on her pudgy, three-year-old hands and knees and licked the ice cream from the sidewalk. Her father was behind her and watched the whole thing. He was aghast. This is a song about this experience and about appetites of all kinds, and how you can live for all those things that feel good in the simple, direct, immediate way that ice cream feels good the moment it's in your mouth.
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| Song Length: |
4:20 |
| Primary Genre: |
Jazz-Lounge |
| Secondary Genre: |
Jazz-General |
| Tempo / Feel: |
Multiple Tempos |
| Lead Vocal: |
Female Vocal |
| Subject Matter 1: |
Taste |
| Subject Matter 2: |
General |
| Mood 1: |
Charming |
| Mood 2: |
Sociable |
| Language: |
English |
| Era: |
2000 and later |
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