Apologies in advance to Roger and anyone else who takes umbrage, but really, Enrique Iglesias freaks me out. He’s creepy. It’s not just that I don’t hold with the whole random facial hair and tragic expression look (and I don’t), but his lyrics… “Soon you will find: You can run, you can hide, but you can’t escape my love.” Sure, that might be some people’s idea of being romantic, but it’s not mine. Slap a restraining order on that man, please! Which was bad enough. And then came “I don’t know why, but I love to see you cry.” What? Sorry? Did you really say what I thought you said? Creepy. I’m glad my tv has a mute button.
Creepy. Hm. Maybe I could dress up as Enrique Iglesias for Halloween?
Speaking of Halloween, here’s a Halloween treat for you. Have fun.
Voice in my head: On and off this morning it’s been Faith Hill “Cry a little, die just a little” which gets very annoying as that’s not only the only part of the lyrics I can remember but also the only few bars of the song I know. So it’s exactly like listening to a broken record, except there is no way of turning it off. Courtesy of the theme of this post, it has now changed to Enrique Iglesias singing “Escape” which really is no improvement AT ALL. Really, the choice of music on my mental jukebox is the best argument for supposing me to have a split personality.