This is why I don't make music videos.
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camwynThe artist: Shaggy / Ricardo Ducent
The song: Wasn't Me
The lyrics:
(Yo', man) Yo'
(Open up, man) What do you want, man?
(My girl just caught me) You let her catch you?
(I don't know how I let this happen) With who?
(The girl next door, you know) Man
(I don't know what to do) Say it wasn't you
(Alright)
Honey came in and she caught me red-handed
Creeping with the girl next door
Picture this, we were both butt naked
Bangin' on the bathroom floor
How could I forget that I had
Given her an extra key
All this time she was standing there
She never took her eyes off me
How you can grant the woman access to your villa
Trespasser and a witness while you cling to your pillow
You better watch your back before she turn into a killer
Best for you and the situation not to call the beaner
To be a true player you have to know how to play
If she say you're not, convince her say you're gay
Never admit to a word when she say makes a claim
And you tell her baby no way
But she caught me on the counter (It wasn't me)
Saw me bangin' on the sofa (It wasn't me)
I even had her in the shower (It wasn't me)
She even caught me on camera (It wasn't me)
She saw the marks on my shoulder (It wasn't me)
Heard the words that I told her (It wasn't me)
Heard the scream get louder (It wasn't me)
She said our dealy was over
Honey came in and she caught me red-handed
Creeping with the girl next door
Picture this, we were both butt naked
Bangin' on the bathroom floor
I had tried to keep her
From what she was about to see
Why should she believe me
When I told her it wasn't me
Make sure she knows it's not you and lead her on da right prefix
Whenever you should see her make da giggolo flex
As funny as it be by you, it not that complex
Seein is believin so you better change your specs
You know she not gonna be worrying bout things from the past
Hardly recollecting and then she'll go to noontime mass
Wait for your answer: go over there
But if she pack a gun you know you better run fast
But she caught me on the counter (It wasn't me)
Saw me bangin' on the sofa (It wasn't me)
I even had her in the shower (It wasn't me)
She even caught me on camera (It wasn't me)
She saw the marks on my shoulder (It wasn't me)
Heard the words that I told her (It wasn't me)
Heard the scream get louder (It wasn't me)
She said our dealy was over
Honey came in and she caught me red-handed
Creeping with the girl next door
Picture this, we were both butt naked
Bangin' on the bathroom floor
How could I forget that I had
Given her an extra key
All this time she was standing there
She never took her eyes off me
Gonna tell her that I'm sorry
For the pain that I've caused
I've been listenin to your reasoning
It makes no sense at all
We should tell her that I'm sorry
For the pain that I've caused
You may think that you're a player
But you're completely lost
That's why I sing
Honey came in and she caught me red-handed
Creeping with the girl next door
Picture this, we were both butt naked
Bangin' on the bathroom floor
How could I forget that I had
Given her an extra key
All this time she was standing there
She never took her eyes off me
The image intended: a very foolish young man caught in flagrante delicto with the girl next door, by a vengeful girlfriend with a key to the apartment and enough patience to note multiple transgressions (But she caught me on the counter (It wasn't me) / Saw me bangin' on the sofa (It wasn't me) / I even had her in the shower (It wasn't me) / She even caught me on camera (It wasn't me) / She saw the marks on my shoulder (It wasn't me) / Heard the words that I told her (It wasn't me) / Heard the scream get louder (It wasn't me) / She said our dealy was over)
The image generated by my brain: an exceedingly foolish criminal who has been running a credit card forging operation or something similar out of his apartment, in conjunction with the girl next door, whose girlfriend was in fact an undercover agent for the FBI / RCMP / CID / Interpol and who has accordingly assembled such a phenomenal backlog of information on him and his operation that he's reduced to sniveling as the cops kick open his door and clap him and the girl into irons, then sweep through the apartment verifying that all the evidence matches up. Wouldn't say CID except that the 'marks on my shoulder', in the 'stupid criminal' version, imply identifying tattoos which may or may not be indigenous to the HK region, or possibly Japan, diversifying the Yak's holdings.
About the only hope I have is that it means my brain goes to some lengths to remove the 'dirty' implications from the music I listen to. It just happens to replace them with mild to moderately insane ones instead.
The song: Wasn't Me
The lyrics:
(Yo', man) Yo'
(Open up, man) What do you want, man?
(My girl just caught me) You let her catch you?
(I don't know how I let this happen) With who?
(The girl next door, you know) Man
(I don't know what to do) Say it wasn't you
(Alright)
Honey came in and she caught me red-handed
Creeping with the girl next door
Picture this, we were both butt naked
Bangin' on the bathroom floor
How could I forget that I had
Given her an extra key
All this time she was standing there
She never took her eyes off me
How you can grant the woman access to your villa
Trespasser and a witness while you cling to your pillow
You better watch your back before she turn into a killer
Best for you and the situation not to call the beaner
To be a true player you have to know how to play
If she say you're not, convince her say you're gay
Never admit to a word when she say makes a claim
And you tell her baby no way
But she caught me on the counter (It wasn't me)
Saw me bangin' on the sofa (It wasn't me)
I even had her in the shower (It wasn't me)
She even caught me on camera (It wasn't me)
She saw the marks on my shoulder (It wasn't me)
Heard the words that I told her (It wasn't me)
Heard the scream get louder (It wasn't me)
She said our dealy was over
Honey came in and she caught me red-handed
Creeping with the girl next door
Picture this, we were both butt naked
Bangin' on the bathroom floor
I had tried to keep her
From what she was about to see
Why should she believe me
When I told her it wasn't me
Make sure she knows it's not you and lead her on da right prefix
Whenever you should see her make da giggolo flex
As funny as it be by you, it not that complex
Seein is believin so you better change your specs
You know she not gonna be worrying bout things from the past
Hardly recollecting and then she'll go to noontime mass
Wait for your answer: go over there
But if she pack a gun you know you better run fast
But she caught me on the counter (It wasn't me)
Saw me bangin' on the sofa (It wasn't me)
I even had her in the shower (It wasn't me)
She even caught me on camera (It wasn't me)
She saw the marks on my shoulder (It wasn't me)
Heard the words that I told her (It wasn't me)
Heard the scream get louder (It wasn't me)
She said our dealy was over
Honey came in and she caught me red-handed
Creeping with the girl next door
Picture this, we were both butt naked
Bangin' on the bathroom floor
How could I forget that I had
Given her an extra key
All this time she was standing there
She never took her eyes off me
Gonna tell her that I'm sorry
For the pain that I've caused
I've been listenin to your reasoning
It makes no sense at all
We should tell her that I'm sorry
For the pain that I've caused
You may think that you're a player
But you're completely lost
That's why I sing
Honey came in and she caught me red-handed
Creeping with the girl next door
Picture this, we were both butt naked
Bangin' on the bathroom floor
How could I forget that I had
Given her an extra key
All this time she was standing there
She never took her eyes off me
The image intended: a very foolish young man caught in flagrante delicto with the girl next door, by a vengeful girlfriend with a key to the apartment and enough patience to note multiple transgressions (But she caught me on the counter (It wasn't me) / Saw me bangin' on the sofa (It wasn't me) / I even had her in the shower (It wasn't me) / She even caught me on camera (It wasn't me) / She saw the marks on my shoulder (It wasn't me) / Heard the words that I told her (It wasn't me) / Heard the scream get louder (It wasn't me) / She said our dealy was over)
The image generated by my brain: an exceedingly foolish criminal who has been running a credit card forging operation or something similar out of his apartment, in conjunction with the girl next door, whose girlfriend was in fact an undercover agent for the FBI / RCMP / CID / Interpol and who has accordingly assembled such a phenomenal backlog of information on him and his operation that he's reduced to sniveling as the cops kick open his door and clap him and the girl into irons, then sweep through the apartment verifying that all the evidence matches up. Wouldn't say CID except that the 'marks on my shoulder', in the 'stupid criminal' version, imply identifying tattoos which may or may not be indigenous to the HK region, or possibly Japan, diversifying the Yak's holdings.
About the only hope I have is that it means my brain goes to some lengths to remove the 'dirty' implications from the music I listen to. It just happens to replace them with mild to moderately insane ones instead.
