Friday, January 24, 2020
Shakira is a Pop Poet :: essays research papers
The poem, Hips Don't Lie, represent for me, pop poetry of the highest quality:      Hips Don't Lie    Ladies up in here tonight   No fighting, no fighting   We got the refugees up in here   No fighting, no fighting     Shakira, Shakira     I never really knew that she could dance like this   She makes a man want to speak Spanish   Como se llama, bonita, mi casa, su casa   Shakira, Shakira     Oh baby when you talk like that   You make a woman go mad   So be wise and keep on   Reading the signs of my body     And I'm on tonight   You know my hips don't lie   And I'm starting to feel it's right   All the attraction, the tension   Don't you see baby, this is perfection     Hey Girl, I can see your body moving   And it's driving me crazy   And I didn't have the slightest idea   Until I saw you dancing     And when you walk up on the dance floor   Nobody cannot ignore the way you move   your body, girl   And everything so unexpected - the way   you right and left it   So you can keep on taking it       I never really knew that she could dance like this   She makes a man want to speak Spanish   Como se llama, bonita, mi casa, su casa   Shakira, Shakira     Oh baby when you talk like that   You make a woman go mad   So be wise and keep on   Reading the signs of my body     And I'm on tonight   You know my hips don't lie   And I am starting to feel you boy   Come on let's go, real slow   Don't you see baby asi es perfecto     Oh I know I am on tonight my hips don't lie   And I'm starting to feel it's right   All the attraction, the tension   Don't you see baby, this is perfection   Shakira, Shakira     Oh boy, I can see your body moving   Half animal, half man   I don't, don't really know what I'm doing   But you see to have a plan   My will and self restraint   Have come to fail now, fail now   See, I am doing what I can, but I can't so   you know   That's a bit too hard to explain     Baila en la calle de noche   Baila en la calle de dia   Baila en la calle de noche   Baila en la calle de dia     I never really knew that she could dance like this   She makes a man want to speak Spanish   Como se llama, bonita, mi casa, su casa     					    
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