Music Minute #7 - Paralyzer a.k.a. The Cougar Song

How about something a little less somber? Something new for the new year....at least for today.

Hard.
Rough.
Intense still....yet, not as haunting.

I hold on so nervously

To me and my drink

I wish it was cooling me

But so far, has not been good

It’s been shitty

And I feel awkward, as I should

This club has got to be

The most pretentious thing

Since I thought you and me

Well I am imagining

A dark lit place

Or your place or my place

Well I’m not paralyzed

But, I seem to be struck by you

I want to make you move

Because you’re standing still

If your body matches

What your eyes can do

You’ll probably move right through

Me on my way to you

I hold out for one more drink

Before I think

I’m looking too desperately

But so far has not been fun

I should just stay home

If one thing really means one

This club will hopefully

Be closed in three weeks

That would be cool with me

Well I’m still imagining

A dark lit place

Or your place or my place

Well, I’m not paralyzed

But, I seem to be struck by you

I want to make you move

Because you’re standing still

If your body matches

What your eyes can do

You’ll probably move right through

Me on my way to you

Well, I’m not paralyzed

But, I seem to be struck by you

I want to make you move

Because you’re standing still

If your body matches

What your eyes can do

You’ll probably move right through

Me on my way to you

I’m not paralyzed

But, I seem to be struck by you

I want to make you move

Because you’re standing still

If your body matches

What your eyes can do

You’ll probably move right through

Me on my way to you

You’ll probably move right through

Me on my way to you

You’ll probably move right through

Me on my way to you

I was getting ready for Mass this morning (it's a holy day of obligation) and listening to the radio. "Paralyzer" came on, an it is my favorite song du jour. Finger Eleven is the band. I literally put down my brush and started dancing to this song. Each time the chorus bellowed, I flipped my hair like a Dallas Cowboys cheerleader.

And the song portrays a fantasy of mine reminiscient of my 20's....dancing in a club, a guy fixing his gaze on you, determined to get you. Not the pickup per se, but the intensity in which he feels he needs to have you (me)...the fascination...the interest, and yes, even the doubt inspite of it all.

(I wonder if I could still go out dancing have this kind of experience without being considered a 'cougar'?? *reow* I might have to be cage dancing. hahaha!!)

That was good fun.