Okay, some might consider my longing for love to be normal, and even touching perhaps. Others might see my obsession with the “tragic” kind of love as a sign that I might just be little “touched” in the head instead. Well, putting opinions and psychobabble aside, all I know is that watching Hellboy and Hellboy II: The Golden Army back to back last night has left me with my horns inflamed, my tail a-twitching, and my heart lusting for some burning love… 😉
Well, I’m hot blooded – Check it and see
I got a fever of a hundred and three
Come on baby – Do you do more than dance?
I’m hot blooded, I’m hot blooded
You don’t have to read my mind – To know what I have in mind
Honey you oughta know
Now you move so fine – Let me lay it on the line
I wanna know what you’re doin’ after the show
Now it’s up to you – We can make a secret rendezvous
Just me and you – I’ll show you lovin’ like you never knew
If it feels alright – Maybe you can stay all night
Shall I leave you my key?
But you’ve got to give me a sign – Come on girl, some kind of sign
Tell me, are you hot mama? – You sure look that way to me
Are you old enough? – Will you be ready when I call your bluff?
Is my timing right? – Did you save your love for me tonight?
Now it’s up to you – Can we make a secret rendezvous?
Oh, before we do – You’ll have to get away from you know who
Hot blooded, every night – Hot blooded, you’re looking so tight
Hot blooded, now you’re driving me wild – Hot blooded, I’m so hot for you, child
Hot blooded, I’m a little bit high – Hot blooded, you’re a little bit shy
Hot blooded, you’re making me sing – Hot blooded, for your sweet sweet thing
You know, in a world so often dominated by bigotry and prejudice, I think the symbology of a devil carrying a torch can be a useful reminder for us of the price we pay for our intolerance. After all, no one knows what the future holds, or whose help we may need in repairing the messes we make in our world…
Perhaps it’s best to let our enemies reveal themselves to us on their own and in their own time, rather than creating them ourselves by arbitrarily stomping on the things we all have in common – such as the need to be loved! 😕
I want ice water.
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