Song Description
It's fun being a girl, esp. w/ a great boyfriend who buys you things like islands. They break up, he breaks down and calls her, asks her to marry him. Very light, bubbly, summer song w/ a materialistic voice that nevertheless really loves this guy, who ends up really loving her, too.
| Song Length |
1:44 |
Genre |
Pop - General, Pop - Dreampop |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
| Mood |
Blissful, Delightful |
Subject |
Fun, Material Things |
| Similar Artists |
The Cranberries, Madonna |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
It was kind of ethereal, kind of let-go,
this love for this guy that I loved.
It was kind of material, never too slow,
This love for this guy that I loved.
Ch: And my baby'd call just to say I was fine,
And my baby'd call to remind me he's mine,
And my baby'd pick up the tab and he'd pay for my cab,
And remember my horoscope sign.
It was my kinda Saturday, Saturday night,
Just some dinner, some movie, and bed,
When my baby rang up with the times for our flight -
"Pack your suitcase, we're going, instead
Ch: "To an island, offa the coast of Spain.
It's your island - just gotta give it a name,"
And my baby picked up the tab, and he paid for my cab,
And remembered my own middle name.
Now some years had gone by since my baby and I
Parted ways, down our own paths were led.
I went looking for more, he gently closed the door,
Sure enough, soon enough, I felt dead.
Ch/Out: 'Til my baby called just to say I was fine,
And my baby called to remind me he's mine,
And my baby flew to my side and said "please be my bride,
'Cause my love, without you, I am blind."