Shakira writes the oddest lyrics. Her left-field sensibility is refreshing given her sexpot persona — you’d expect the lyrical complexity of a Britney Spears song from a woman whose stomach is the featured performer in every one of her videos.
Shakira is relatively new to the English language, and I’m guessing that’s the source of some of her weirder turns of phrase.
But how does one explain a couplet like “I’m starting to feel just a little abused, like a coffee machine in an office?”
In another track she sings of learning to cook and getting over her “kitchen phobia.” Is that a thing?
Here’s a god one: “So what’s the point of wasting all my words if it’s just the same or even worse than reading poems to a horse.”
In today’s track she promises to “steal your clothes and wear them if they fit me.”
I’m not making fun of Shakira… I’m a big fan. Part of the fun of listening to her is discovering the next little lyrical gem.
Broke my heart on the road
Spent the weekend sewing the pieces back on
Crayons and dolls pass me by
Walking gets too boring when you learn how to fly
Not the homecoming kind
Take the top off, and who knows what you might find
Won’t confess all my sins
You can bet all trying, but you can’t always win
‘Cause I’m a gypsy
Are you coming with me?
I might steal your clothes and wear them if they fit me
Never made agreements
Just like a gypsy
And I won’t back down ‘cause life’s already bit me
And I won’t cry I’m too young to die if you’re going to quit me
‘Cause I’m a gypsy
(‘Cause I’m a gypsy)
I can’t hide what I’ve done
Scars remind me of just how far that I’ve come
To whom it may concern
Only run with scissors when you want to get hurt
And I say
Hey you, you’re no fool if you say “no”
Ain’t it just the way life goes?
People fear what they don’t know
Come along for the ride (Oh yeah)
Come along for the ride (ooh)