Music Is My Hot Hot Sex

Amateur commercial for Apple turns me into a CSS ( Cansei de Ser Sexy) fan


You may have heard about the 18 year-old named Nick Haley who created a commercial for the IPod Touch in his spare time, and caught the eye of Apple executives and have used his concept to create their newest Apple commercial.

The commercial is well done, but the music is what has got me hooked. I have been listening to it all weekend. I have even used the song as a nursery rhyme, minus the hot hot sex. I have been substituting words such as king size bed for Tivo, fridge, laptop. You to can do it, and you won't believe how much fun it is. You can substitute the music with other words as well. I have being using my daughter's name and singing how she is my "pogo sticks," "pooh bear," "my lollipop," etc. I think this is going to take off like a rocket.

When someone ask you how much you like someone, lets call him "James," just say that "James is my king size bed."

Pop culture in the making. How cool!




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Music is My Hot Hot Sex Lyrics

From all the drugs the one i like more is music
From all the junks the one i need more is music
From all the boys the one i take home is music
From all the ladies the one i kiss is music (muah!)

Music is my boyfriend
Music is my girlfriend
Music is my dead end
Music is my imaginary friend
Music is my brother
Music is my great-grand-daughter
Music is my sister
Music is my favorite mistress

From all the shit the one i gotta buy is music
From all the jobs the one i choose is music
From all the drinks the one i get drunk is music
From all the bitches the one i wannabe is music

Music is my beach house
Music is my hometown
Music is my king size bed
Music is my hot hot bath
Music is my hot hot sex
Music is my back rub
Music is where i'd like you to touch

Claro-que-sim
Fui escoteira-mirim
Direto da escola, não
Não ia cheirar cola
Nem basquete, pebolim
O que eu gosto não é de graça
O que gosto não é farsa
Tem guitarra, bateria, computador saindo som
Alguns dizem que mais alto que um furacão (rhéum)
Perto dele eu podia sentir
Saía de seu olho e chegava em mim
Sentada do seu lado
Eu queria encostar
Faria o tigela até o sol raiar
Debaixo do lençol
Ele gemia em ré bemol
Fiquei tensa
Mas tava tudo bem
Ele é fodão, mas eu sei que eu sou também