Our dear friend Chris turned me onto this delightful little nonesuch, and since, there has been no turning back. My musical horizons have been pushed back, my concept of fashion: shattered. This, and more. My moral proprieties have been given a thorough re-examination through this song: a triumph of pious vestiture. O! What radiant and shoulder-padded seraph has escaped her provenance now?
Gaze at the luscious androgyny, the decadent light show. Become enthralled by chemically straightened hair smoother than a freshly shorn tranny. Imbibe the soulful lyrics, as Jermaine tells us "We don't have to take our clothes off To have a good time. Oh no. We could dance & party all night And drink some cherry wine." He's talking about Boone's Farm, right? From my experience, that almost certainly leads to nudity. In any case, Chris is right: this shit is hot hot HOT!
- Marcelo
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