Gearing Up For FAWM #2
Sometimes I write a parody for mental exercise and sometimes the word "exorcise" has an important part in it too.
Livin' La Vida Cocoa
TTTO: Livin' La Vida Loca
Desmond Child and Robi Rosa
She's into soup or chili, lap cats, and ersatz mink
I've got a premonition that girl's gonna make hot drinks.
She's into warm sensations, long soaks in the candle light
She's got two dozen sweaters she wears both day and night.
She'll make you put more clothes on to survive a frigid Yule
She'll make you live her cozy life but she'll take away your cool
Like those mitts you wore to school.
Chorus:
Cold out, inside's warm; she's livin la vida cocoa
Shaved choc'late and hot milk, livin la vida cocoa
Your skin is lobster red and you know you've gone plumb loco
She will wear your coat, livin' la vida cocoa.
Livin' la vida cocoa.
She's livin' la vida cocoa.
Woke wrapped in army blankets under seven too-warm quilts
She brought the heat and she brought the fever
It could've made any iceberg wilt
I drank three quarts of water and topped it off with chilled Champagne
Watching from the bedroom door, her horror was quite plain
Yeah, we never spoke again.
[Chorus]
She'll make you put more clothes on to survive a frigid Yule
She'll make you live her cozy life but she'll take away your cool
Like those mitts you wore to school.
[Chorus]
Livin' La Vida Cocoa
TTTO: Livin' La Vida Loca
Desmond Child and Robi Rosa
She's into soup or chili, lap cats, and ersatz mink
I've got a premonition that girl's gonna make hot drinks.
She's into warm sensations, long soaks in the candle light
She's got two dozen sweaters she wears both day and night.
She'll make you put more clothes on to survive a frigid Yule
She'll make you live her cozy life but she'll take away your cool
Like those mitts you wore to school.
Chorus:
Cold out, inside's warm; she's livin la vida cocoa
Shaved choc'late and hot milk, livin la vida cocoa
Your skin is lobster red and you know you've gone plumb loco
She will wear your coat, livin' la vida cocoa.
Livin' la vida cocoa.
She's livin' la vida cocoa.
Woke wrapped in army blankets under seven too-warm quilts
She brought the heat and she brought the fever
It could've made any iceberg wilt
I drank three quarts of water and topped it off with chilled Champagne
Watching from the bedroom door, her horror was quite plain
Yeah, we never spoke again.
[Chorus]
She'll make you put more clothes on to survive a frigid Yule
She'll make you live her cozy life but she'll take away your cool
Like those mitts you wore to school.
[Chorus]