- Oct 30, 1999
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It's sort of a rap, but not a rap.
The "chorus" goes:
Come my baby. Come, come my baby.
You're my butterfly. Sugar. Baby.
Come my lady. Come, come my lady.
You make my knees weak......something something.
That's all I remember. Heard the song twice in a row one day and it got stuck in my head. It was on the alternative station and then there was talk so I changed. The rap station came in and it was there again. I said, "Hmm... Guess it's got cross platform appeal!"
One person called in on the alternative station complaining that the song was rap and shouldn't be on an alternative station. I love their response. They said, "If a band is all white except for one member, we will play them. If a band is all black and one of the members watches Seinfeld, we will play them. Change your definition of 'alternative'."
I thought that was a great rebuttle.
The "chorus" goes:
Come my baby. Come, come my baby.
You're my butterfly. Sugar. Baby.
Come my lady. Come, come my lady.
You make my knees weak......something something.
That's all I remember. Heard the song twice in a row one day and it got stuck in my head. It was on the alternative station and then there was talk so I changed. The rap station came in and it was there again. I said, "Hmm... Guess it's got cross platform appeal!"
One person called in on the alternative station complaining that the song was rap and shouldn't be on an alternative station. I love their response. They said, "If a band is all white except for one member, we will play them. If a band is all black and one of the members watches Seinfeld, we will play them. Change your definition of 'alternative'."
I thought that was a great rebuttle.