Daily Archives: August 8, 2014

Radio XXXIXL, side B, track 5: “Express Yourself” by Madonna

Madonna - Express YourselfOh, Madonna, I’ve been a negative Nellie all week, and I was planning to tear into you just because I’ve been a crank.  But if you’re reading this it means I most likely survived the week and I’m anxiously awaiting that magical moment when the weekday becomes the weekend.  And ya know, Madonna, I’ve spent the last several times this awesome song has come up resisting your message of men expressing themselves, especially this particular man.  But I’m feeling magnanimous, so I’m going to give you what you want, Madonna.  I’m going to express myself all over the place:  I love my wife.  Love her a lot.  Love her so much.  Love love love her.  I love all her many laughs, even though a lot of them are directed at me and the most recent dumb thing I’ve done or said.  I love that part of our night-time routine is that she gives each dog a kiss on the forehead before she climbs into bed.  I love that she is an unabashed fan of Popeye’s chicken.  I love that when I’m writing a post on this blog and listening to the most recent track of the day, I can invariably look up and see her dancing in the hallway outside the office with either a goofy grin or a serious “I gots ta get down” face.  I love that she’s this tough New Orleans chick but can’t not cry if she sees someone else crying.  I love that she usually knows what I’m thinking before I do.  I love that she’s more into watching TV than even I am (and I also love that she re-introduced me to “The Young and The Restless”).  I love that she puts up with me and my binge-eating, my comic book obsession, and my many abandoned projects.  And I love that she reads every single one of these posts and is either going to cry a little or punch me in the arm or both when she reads this one.

So there, Madonna.  Now are you satisfied?

“Express Yourself”

Woo!

Woo!
Come on, girls

Do you believe in love?

‘Cause I got somethin’ to say about it
And it goes somethin’ like this

Don’t go for second best, baby
Putcha love
To the test
You know, you know, you’ve got to

Make him express how he feels
And baby then you’ll know your looove is reeeal

You
Don’t need
Diamond rings or
Eighteen karat gooold

Fancy cars that go very fast
You know
They never last, no, noooo

Whatcha need is a big strong hand to
Lift ya to ya higher groooound

Make ya feel like a queen on a throne
Make him love ya ’til ya can’t come down
(You’ll never come down)

Don’t go for second best, baby
Putcha love
To the test
You know, you know, you’ve got to

Make him express how he feels
And baby then you’ll know your looove is reeeal

Long stem roses are the way to ya heart
But
He needs ta start
With your heeeead

Satin sheets
Are
Very romantic
What happens when you’re
Not in beeeed

You deserve the best in life
So if the time isn’t right then move ooon

Second best is never enough
You’ll do much better, baby, on your own
(Baby, on your own)

Don’t go for second best, baby
Putcha love
To the test
You know, you know, you’ve got to

Make him express how he feels
And baby then you’ll know your looove is reeeal

Express yourself
You’ve got to make him
Express himself
Hey, hey, hey, heeeeey

So if you want it right now
Make him show you how

Express what he’s got
Oh, baby, ready or not

<awesome Madonna jam>

And when you’re gone he might regret it

Think about the love he once
Had
Try to carry on
But he just won’t get it

He’ll be back on his knees to express himself
You’ve got to make him
Express himself
Hey heeeey

<awesome Madonna jam>

Whatcha need is a big strong hand to
Lift ya to ya higher grooound

Make ya feel like a queen on a throne
Make him love ya ’til ya can’t come down
(You’ll never come down)

And when you’re gone he might regret it

Think about the love he once
Had
Try to carry on
But he just won’t get it

He’ll be back on his knees, so please

Don’t go for second best, baby
Putcha love
To the test
You know, you know, you’ve got to

Make him express how he feels
And baby then you’ll know your looove is reeeal

Express yourself
You’ve got to make him
Express himself
Hey, hey, hey, heeeey
So if you want it right now
Make him show you how

Express what he’s got
Oh, baby, ready or not
Express yourself
You’ve got to make him
Express himself
Hey heeeey

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