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quinta-feira, 28 de julho de 2005

Qu'esta Merda ?!

Leiam lá isto do princípio ao fim.

" [Verso 1 (Beyonce)]
Baby i see you working hard
I want to let you know i'm proud
Let you know that i admire what you do
The more if i need to reassure you, my life would
Be purposeless without you (yeah)
If i want it (got it)
When i ask you (you provide it)
You inspire me to be better
You challenge me for the better
Sit back and let me pour out my love letter

Let me help you
Take off your shoes
Untie your shoestrings
Take off your cufflinks (yeah)
What you want to eat boo (yeah)
Let me feed you
Let me run your bathwater
Whatever you desire, i'll aspire
Sing you a song
Turn my game on
I'll brush your hair
Help you put your do rag on
Want a foot rub (yeah)
You want a manicure
Baby i'm yours i want to cater to you boy

[Coro]
Let me cater to you
Cause baby this is your day
Do anything for my man
Baby you blow me away
I got your slippers, your dinner, your dessert and so much more
Anything you want just let me cater to you
Inspire me from the heart
Can't nothing tear us apart
You're all i want in a man;
I put my life in your hands
I got your slippers, your dinner
Your dessert and so much more
Anything you want, i want to cater to you

[Verso 2 (Kelly)]
Baby i'm happy you're home
Let me hold you in my arms
I just want to take the stress away from you
Making sure that i'm doing my part (oh)
Boy is there something you need me to do (oh)
If you want it (i got it)
Say the word i (i will try it)
I know whatever i'm not fulfilling (oh)
No other woman is willing (oh)
I'm going to fulfill you mind, body and spirit

I promise you (promise you)
I'll keep myself up (oh)
Remain the same chick,you fell in love with(yeah)
I'll keep it tight, i'll keep my figure right
I'll keep my hair fixed, keep rocking the hottest outfits
When you come home late tap me on my shoulder
I'll roll over
Baby i heard you, I'm here to serve you
(i'm lovin' it, i'm lovin' it)
If it's love you need, to give it is my joy
All i want to do is cater to you boy

[Coro]
Let me cater to you
Cause baby this is your day
Do anything for my man
Baby you blow me away
I got your slippers, your dinner, your dessert and so much more
Anything you want want just let me cater to you
Inspire me from the heart
Can't nothing tear us apart
You're all i want in a man;
I put my life in your hands
I got your slippers, your dinner
Your dessert and so much more
Anything you want, i want to cater to you

[Verso 3 (Michelle)]
I want to give you my breath, my strength
My will to be here
That's the least i can do
Let me cater to you
Through the good (good)
The bad (through the bad)
The ups and downs (ups and downs)
I'll still be here for you
Let me cater to you
Cause you're beautiful(you're beautiful)
I love the way you are (you are)
Fulfill your every desire (desire)
Your wish is my command (command)
I want to cater to my man
Your heart (your heart)
So pure your love shines through (shines through)
The darkness we'll get through (so much)
So much of me is you (is you)
I want to cater to my man

[Coro]
Let me cater to you
Cause baby this is your day
Do anything for my man
Baby you blow me away
I got your slippers, your dinner, your dessert and so much more
Anything you want want just let me cater to you
Inspire me from the heart
Can't nothing tear us apart
You're all i want in a man;
I put my life in your hands
I got your slippers, your dinner
Your dessert and so much more
Anything you want, i want to cater to you."

Destiny's Child, Cater 2 U. Cf. "Destiny Fulfilled", 2005.


Esta é a letra mais socio-reaccionária que eu já li. Podia ter sido escrita num serralho otomano. A Rosa Parks e a Oprah Winfrey já devem ter tido uma coisinha má... E pensar que isto vende bem num país onde as mulheres podem sair à rua de mini-saia para votar...

7 comentários:

Sergio Barroso disse...

E pensar que fiz tudo o que tu mandaste, baby,ohohoh, e li tudo até ao fim, baby, ohohoh,...e ainda gostas dessa gaija, baby?ohohoh.

Cláudia [ACV] disse...

Pois, a Beyoncée.: estou em período de reflexão e a coisa está um bocado negra (fora de piada) para o lado dela...

zero disse...

pedir a quem entre que leia tão longo e profundo texto andará muito próximo de dizer-lhe: 'XÔ ... XÔ ...'

Cláudia [ACV] disse...

Sou eu a testar a resistência do material, zero, afinal isto é um estabelecimento para clientela seleccionada.; já agora, bem-vindo, toma alguma coisa?

Um Vicente disse...

Não percebo qual o problema com a letra. Se as três mininas, tão lindas, o que querem é tratar da saúde do seu home estão no seu direito! Acho muito bem!!!!

É pena não haver mais moças com tanta vocação à solta por aí... O Mundo infelizmente anda muito mudado .(

Cláudia [ACV] disse...

Maaano, estás de volta!
Com que então achas que é uma linda letra [toma lá uma língua de fora, bleargh]... Se calhar essas ideias afectam-te o ar, e é por isso que os euro-pálidos te confundem (vezes se conta)por MARROQUINO, PALESTINIANO & TURCO, e tal...

Anónimo disse...

Eu acho que tens toda a razão...a escravatura já acabou...e a mulher hoje não serve só p'ra procriar e pôr o jantar na mesa p'ro marido, e muito menos p'ra lhe descalçar as meias mal-cheirosas.

Um beijo.