Let me start by restating the fact that I'm a grown ass woman! I can be freaky just like anybody else and guess what? I don't have to sneak to do it either...even though sometimes that could be fun too...j/s...Lawd I'm off track. When I was young, just a bad little kid...(Oops, "Little Shop of Horror" moment) Back in the day, I loved looking at the album covers while listening to the music my parents played. Love songs where back then evoked emotions I couldn't understand, but enjoyed feeling over and over. I guess you can say I fell in love with the idea of love early. Now there was songs I wasn't "allowed" to hear because of moaning and groaning, but there wasn't any cursing in it. The nastiest songs I remember were Instant Funk - I Got My Mind Made Up and The Chakachas - Jungle Fever
Actually, I found out MUCH later in life that "Jungle Fever" was banned on a few radio stations, but could you imagine the Program Directors back then listening to Fat Joe feat. Chris Brown - Another Round? Which, by the way, pissed me off cause I love me some Troop! The point is, if you want to convince me to get naked, risk getting an STD or pregnant, you could AT LEAST refrain from calling me a Bell Itching To Catch Hell! I don't care if I'm the baddest one in your book! Where is LOVE?!? Did it die in the 90s?
Hollaback and Keep Rising. Deuces & Smooches
