Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sex Cymbal , by - Sheila E. Song from the album Sex Cymbal, in the genre ПопRelease date: 31.12.1990
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
Sex Cymbal |
| There’s a rumor 'bout «The Glamorous Life» |
| I think I told you once |
| I don’t mind telling you twice |
| I’d like to be the one who’s in your dreams |
| But not because I make lots of money |
| And headed for the big screen |
| Heaven forbid I don’t end up like James Dean |
| You say your love will never stop |
| And I hope it’s the truth |
| Not just 'cause I’m on top |
| No |
| They call me a sex cymbal, say I’m a star |
| (Call me sex cymbal) |
| It’s up to them just what you are |
| (Sex cymbal) |
| With pumps and Versace in my Jaguar |
| (Pumps in my Jaguar) |
| If I was living 9-to-5 |
| And hanging with the girls at the same old dive |
| Would everybody beg me to sign their jeans? |
| Or is it 'cause I’m what you call famous? |
| I’m blessed with all the fortune and fame |
| If I didn’t have a dime |
| Would you treat me the same? |
| Tell the truth now |
| Realize it’s an image before it goes too far |
| Show me, tell me |
| Make me believe you love me just for me |
| I think you’ve known me long enough |
| I’m Sheila, not Miss E |
| Come make me happy |
| I don’t mean just the boys |
| Everybody in my house |
| Come on, we got to make some noise |
| Heaven forbid |
| (Sex cymbal) |
| Just realize it’s an image 'fore it goes too far |
| Just realize it’s an image 'fore it goes too far |
| Call me a sex cymbal, call me a star |
| (It's up to them just what you are) |
| (Sex cymbal) |
| With pumps and Versace in my Jaguar |
| Just realize it’s an image 'fore it goes too far |
| I know you like 'em cute and simple |
| With no frame of mind |
| But I’m-a talk and body-shock |
| And mesmerize you every time |
| (Pumps in my Jaguar) |
| (It's up to them just what you are) |
| (Goes too far) |
| They call me a sex cymbal |
| Say I’m a star |
| (It's up to them just what you are) |
| (Sex Cymbal) |
| Listen to the rhythm while I’m hypin' up the tempo |
| I can get rather funky when I’m playin' the sex cymbal |
| My man’s name is Tim Bale |
| I know you’ve seen him |
| Chillin' behind the drummer’s throne |
| That you can call my «queendom» |
| Glamorous ain’t it |
| How the picture is painted |
| Like my overweight roommate, 808 Kate? |
| My brother’s name is Mister Tom-Tom |
| Droppin' on the rhythm like a bomb, boy! |
| Sheila-eila-eila E. is my title |
| Flyest females |
| I’m your idol |
| Supercalivocalistic sister |
| Rhymes tear you apart just like a twister |
| If you wanna dance |
| Well then, do so |
| 'Cause the time remaining is crucial |
| It’s really not that |
| You better believe that the only sex cymbal I got is my hi-hat! |
| Crash with a drum roll |
| Working my body |
| Shooby doo-wop doo-doo bop |
| This is a hip-hop party |
| Not the make, the model or vintage |
| I don’t really care about the glamorous image |
| The Little Drummer Boy keeps a place in my heart |
| 'Cause you love me for me and that sets off sparks |
| Now I know life is just one big crescendo |
| Playin' on the funky |
| Funky sex cymbal |
| Wsh, chh-wsh, chh |
| Wsh, chh-wsh, chh! |
| Sheila-eila-eila-eila-eila E |
| Wsh, chh-wsh, chh |
| Wsh, chh-wsh, chh! |
| Sheila-eila-eila-eila-eila E |
| Call me a sex cymbal |
| (Call me sex cymbal) |
| Say I’m a star |
| (It's up to them just what you are) |
| (Sex cymbal) |
| With pumps and Versace in my Jaguar |
| (Pumps in my Jaguar) |
| Call me a sex cymbal |
| (Call me sex cymbal) |
| Say I’m a star |
| (It's up to them just what you are) |
| (Sex cymbal) |