"I thought we signed up for the same thing... I thought our relationship was perfectly clear. You are an escape. You're a break from our normal lives. You're a parenthesis"
So today I'm not re-announcing my retirement or announcing my un-retirement. I would say I'm announcing my re-announcement of how tough it is to steer kids through the college selection process, which is a pretty good reason to not retire (in life, not blogging).
Since I wrote a post two years ago, just prior to my first announcement of my retirement, about my first daughter's college selection process; I feel it incumbent to pause my retirement and talk a little about daughter #2's college selection process which, of course, will likely sharply delay my actual (real life) retirement and drives me to want to un-retire from blogging in order to vent!
Maybe I should take a quick pause from this retirement pause and extend the one streak I still have going, my word of the year post. This year, 2020, as we know has been a real *itch. As such we really don't have a fun word to spoof. The pandemic has not given us much fun (and certainly made Ashley Madison Adventures pretty difficult) and of course "pandemic" being the word of the year means there's not much fun in writing about the word of the year. Anyway, the pandemic really affected us and that's about all I have to say. Btw, my personal favorite word this year was asynchronous, as in Ryan's posts are usually pretty asynchronous!
Anyway, because of that word of the year, college has been a real wild ride for daughter #1. She was accepted at her Dream U and we moved her in 1.5 years ago to that sunny happy place. As I told many friends when asked "how's she doing," I would say if she was having more fun it would be against the law. She also did well academically, which is sort of important you know! Her year was cut short from the COVID thing but that was OK. We enjoyed her being home in April (a month early). She did move back over the summer, working in paradise but learning that real life is a bitch, and college is great (and better when mom and dad are paying for room and board). She had a pretty good fall and is now back home for the holidays but looking forward to getting back to the sun.
So let's talk about daughter #2 and her adventures! And let's look at some new quirky college vernacular:
Academic Qualifier
Rolling Admissions
Roster Size
D3
Accept to Deposit Yield
Merit vs Need Based Aid
Daughter #2 is not, as we might say, a passionate individual. I think the Gen Z term would be "chill." Because of that she has never had that #DreamU place in her mind. Which started out as good because I thought that meant I could talk her into going to Ryan's old Big State U and give me an excuse to go back for football weekends. BSU would actually be a great place for her as they have just the smelly animal science majors she wants! In fact, she could make a big impact with one particular unique sport she has been playing since she was 8. Very few schools play this sport but Big State U is one and while they have a team they are not great. Which is great for Daughter #2 as she is probably better than the girls who are currently playing. But BSU is big and she is an introvert so maybe not the best. And, omg, she might meet a degenerate like me there, so maybe I should talk her into somewhere else!
Hard to walk away from 10-min walk to horses
So daughter #2 is pretty fantastic at sports. Not great at a particular sport but solidly good at pretty much any sport. That means the big schools (D1) are not too interested (and being vertically challenged doesn't help either). But I kind of thought smaller schools (Division 3/D3) might let her play. So we spent a year talking about it and her ignoring me. Finally we got some video together and lo and behold a couple of coaches bit. You see, small college (D3) sports is pretty interesting from a recruiting standpoint. There are no athletic scholarships but schools still want to win. So D3 schools are looking for kids that can compete athletically and academically AND get the merit scholarship $'s needed to attract them because most of the D3 schools are small privates with high $ tuition. And so entered fancy private equestrian school for rich Yankees! This school is perfect! Daughter #2 can study big animals every day at their barn and fields AND they SUCK at the two sports she is great at! Video sent and Bingo, both coaches were interested and all of a sudden Daughter #2 understands that old Dad Ryan may not be completely stupid. She loves the attention and now wants to play sports in college and understands that maybe it will be helpful if a coach is making sure she studies! And, oh btw, we have some family connections here and its not too far from BSU, so maybe Ryan gets his football weekends anyway along with watching Daughter #2 play!
They really need someone that can shoot the "3"
But the interest doesn't stop there. We send video to another school that sucks at sports. Bingo, another coach is interested! Maybe she wants quirkly-cool aquatic Chesapeake bay liberal arts college? In fact this school is even MORE interested. We actually visited for an Open House two years ago, because Dad Ryan knows what he's talking about but Daughter #2 was bored and said it was too remote. But now that two coaches are telling her she could play and help them build a program, this place is pretty amazing! Wow, maybe I just need to work on my college sales pitch.
Amazing architecture, but a little "churchy"
Then she gets accepted to the three Florida sunshine colleges she originally said she was interested in to be closer to Daughter #1. And wow, the scholarship $'s are pretty good. But they are D2 schools, not big time but interested enough in winning to offer scholarships. At those schools, short may not work for sport #1 and these fancy schools are recruiting Martina Navratilova's for their country club sports, so athletics may not be an option here. Which of course was not important a year ago but now it is so these may be off the list. Ryan is not too disappointed except it removes an excuse to go to Florida. Oh, btw, did I mention that a year ago I made some calls and got Daughter #2 an opportunity to practice with Big State U's unique equestrian sport that she is good at and they are not? Yeah, if she can get in, she can do that. Seems like attention is only bad when Dad Ryan does it.
Cool beach scene, maybe too "earthy"
So while its nice to be wanted, now we have to decide who to play for and what to study. Actually all are a fine academic fit and pretty good schools, so at this point I guess I just need to let her do her thing and maybe, just maybe, she can do everything!
But folks, get those kids practicing at dancing, violin, hockey, or even video games (yep, you wouldn't believe it but colleges have video game teams now) there are scholarship $'s out there to be had and not everybody has to go broke to pay for a degree if you have some skills to sell!
But damn, I just wish I could have one child who could give me an excuse to go back and party at Big State U again!
For now, Happy New Year and may 2021 be everything that 2020 wasn't! And maybe I have another post in me about Daughter #1 now.
"Upside down
Who's to say what's impossible and can't be found
I don't want this feeling to go away
Please don't go away, please don't go away, please don't go away,
Is this how it's supposed to be
Is this how it's supposed to be
I have to admit this song makes me cry. It's hard to believe I took my (then) 3 and 5 year old daughters this movie and now, 14 years later, they are off and doing their own great things!
"Oh Shenandoah" is a traditional American folk song dating to the 19th century. It has been sung by many artist over the years and was the title track to the beautiful 1965 Civil War epic Shenandoah starring Jimmy Stewart set in rolling hills of the movie's namesake valley. The song is figuratively narrated by an early American Western traveler who refers to Shenandoah, an Iroquois chief, and a lovely daughter that weary fur trader misses and longs to see again.
P. Buckley Moss - artist of the valley
While the song is not actually about the river or valley, to me when I hear the song it speaks to my love of this region and how it calls to me. The Shenandoah River flows into the Potomac in Harpers Ferry at the end of it's journey through the Virginias. In so doing the river helps to form a beautiful valley that lies between the Blue Ridge and Allegheny Mountains to the east and west. The area is deep in history, beauty, and a certain elegant charm that transports its visitors to a slower pace that enriches the senses to the refreshing possibilities beyond that Beltway pace of life.
Where the Shenandoah & Potomac meet
Historically, the valley was the frontier of colonial Virginia; then was the breadbasket of the Confederacy; and now is a genteel land where apple orchards and horse country meet the exurbs and offer many wondrous adventures for those who want to flee the frenetic pace of Metro DC. Many of those farm houses have turned from homes to charming country inns and many of those farmers have found that the warm climate and rich Virginia soil along the slopes of those gentle mountains are ideal for some of those grapes folks have been growing in places like Napa and the Rhone Valley.
Today I'd like to share with you a few out of the way spots you might think about visiting should you ever find yourself in my part of the world. And yes, I have frequented some of these spots amid my various AM Adventures. Who knows, that guy with the vacant look in his eyes you see on your visit might be Ryan!
Geographically, the Shenandoah Valley starts near Lexington, Virginia above the James River (which flows east towards Richmond) picking up the North and South forks of the Shenandoah River near Harrisonburg, Virginia and then following that river north until it meets the Potomac at Harpers Ferry.
Once in Harpers Ferry you will feel you have been transported to the mid-19th century. The whole town is, in essence, a museum. The National Park area vividly depicts the famous events that occurred in the town and acted as the flash point of the American Civil War when John Brown and his raiders sought to begin a slave insurrection in 1859 thus catapulting the country forward towards war. Now its hard to imagine such horror amid the beauty of the area. Across the river a hike up to Maryland Heights (see above) is a challenging but not insurmountable 2 mile walk that leads you to a spectacular view of the rivers and the town. The vista is one of the more famous in the United States and should be on anyone's "bucket list." Almost as spectacular is the view above the town at Jefferson Rock. The Appalachian Trail runs through Harpers Ferry and the headquarters are located in town. Throughout the town there are many attractions both historic and active such as Storer College (an important early location for the Niagara Movement, the forerunner to the NAACP) for the history lover or the zip line canopy tour of town for the thrill seeker. Ryan and Sandee are more the thrill seekers!
About 10 miles from Harpers Ferry is a quaint little distillery that makes homemade Lemoncello. Bloomery Plantation's mantra is "an artisanal blend of vice and virtue," kind of like Ryan!At Bloomery they grow their own lemons and berries and hand squeeze into their smooth delightful elixirs. You can find their liquors in some of the liquor stores in Northern Virginia, DC, and Beltway, Maryland but you'll thank yourself for driving out into the country and visiting their home. The tasting room is adapted from the log cabin kitchen from the old pre-Civil War plantation along the Shenandoah river.
If you venture through the doors you will be greeted by an exuberant and helpful staff that delight in taking you through a tasting tour of the distillery's lemoncello concoctions along with some wonderful recipe ideas. When you walk away you won't be simply satisfied with the wonderful liquor, you'll be looking forward to that first BBQ you'll host and serve a Peach Tea Sangria with your Peach Sweet Shine or an intimate brunch where you could serve a lemoncello Mimosa.
If you are hungry after hiking and/or tasting just drive along Rt 9 over the river and Blue Ridge Mountain to Hillsboro, VA and then turn right towards Purcellville.
There you will find a real Southern Treat. Magnolias at the Mill is a lovely restaurant built into a restored seed mill. The restaurant sits adjacent to the Washington & Old Dominion Regional Park which is a rail to trail conversion running from Georgetown and culminating in Purcellville, VA.
Magnolias has several wonderful dishes including a fantastic wood fired Margarita Pizza, but my favorite is shrimp & grits. The scenery in the restaurant alone is fantastic but they do have TV's and it's a great place to watch Big State U on a fall Saturday (at least when they are not screwing up and making Ryan yell at the TV)!
As the Shenandoah river approaches the Potomac she crosses into West Virginia. At that point the ridge along Blue Ridge Mountain (which also happens to be the path of the Appalachian Trail) forms the state line between the two Virginias with the Shenandoah Valley to the west and Loudoun Valley forming to the east of that last mountain on the Blue Ridges. Along those slopes of that Eastern valley are the homes to some of the best vineyards in Virginia. Hey, did you know that Virginia is #5 in national wine grape production! And of course Virginia, namely Monticello (home to Thomas Jefferson), is the birthplace of American wine where Mr. Jefferson first started growing the grapes he brought home from his beloved France.
Anyway, Breaux Vineyard is the largest and probably overall the best vineyard. If you like sweeter wines this is a great place for you. They also do a good job with Merlots. While I'm not overly fond of Viognier, an ancient and somewhat rare grape, the long growing season and moderate temperature needed for the variety makes Virginia and ideal growing location. Thusly, Virginia Viogniers, including Breaux, tend to be exceptional and truly peers of their Rhone Valley European brethren. Breaux also does a fantastic job with an iced Nebbiolo, an Italian grape one does not often come across. But if you really have a sweet tooth, the tastiest of their wines is their Soleil a late harvest (always best and fruitiest) iced dessert wine. Breaux also has a wonderful selection of cheeses and will bake fresh French batard to go with your wine and cheese; overall a great relaxing afternoon adventure - read what you will from that! :)
Nearby is Hillborough Vineyard with a tasting room sitting high on the hill above the valley and yielding a spectacular and best view of the wine valley.
Just around the corner from Hillsborough is Doukenie Winery. Doukenie has a beautiful little duck pond by the tasting room which provides a wonderful spot to picnic and enjoy your wine. Doukenie has many wonderful selections but it's most unique selection is Hope's Legacy, a sweet Merlot infused with raspberries and blueberries - delightful!
A little hint when you are visiting Doukenie, Hope (the vineyards owner) is Greek and loves to cook. If you see Hope ask her if she has any baklava, she usually does. Ask her for a piece and tell her Ryan sent you. Well, don't tell her Ryan sent you because that's not really my name but ask her for some, she has never failed to put out for me and it's AMAZING, the baklava that is! :)
You may not have guessed it but Ryan has always been a little salty sweet. At least I like to claim so because it seems all the hot women are hot for salted caramel and stuff like that. So if you have had a little dessert wine at Breux or a tasty dessert at Magnolias you might want to take a drive south down Rt 11 to Mt. Jackson, VA (home of the apple tower) and to the best chip factory this side of anywhere. Their savory treats will add a little salt to your sweetness. Really, Rt 11 chips are fantastic and you can ask them for a tour or just watch them make the chips. Either way it's fun and of course bring home some chips - the Chesapeake Crab chips are the best! Well, second best chip actually. I forgot that Zapp's Spicy Cajun Crawtators are my all time favorite but I'll have to save them for a New Orleans post.
Tucked between Rt 340 and Rt 7 (as if even that were on a big map) and somewhere between Winchester, Berryville, and Paris (as if those were big towns) is the hamlet of Millwood. Millwood has a post office, an antique store, an artisan shop, and probably the cutest, quaintest little wine/gourmet food shop you'll find anywhere. They are often having wine tasting so check them out on the web. But for a great picnic get a slice of quiche or a bowl of oyster stew along with a nice Pinot and hike across the road to the wonderful little picnic area below the Burwell Morgan Mill.
Trust me, it's a great first date! Except if it's a date just tell her it's a romantic place; telling her you want to get away for some wine and quiche is just not real manly you know!
Running just to the East of the Shenandoah River is Sky Meadow State Park, home to some lovely vineyards and a particularly lovely country Inn.
I make no political statement here but around these parts if a country inn is named after a Confederate Cavalry officer there is a good chance it's quite elegant, refined, and charming. Turner Ashby was Stonewall Jackson's chivalrous cavalry officer from Fauquier County (heart of Virginia horse country). He led Jackson't cavalry during most of the famed Shenandoah Campaign before he was killed in action near Harrisonburg, VA in rear guard action just ahead of Jackson's penultimate resounding victory at Port Republic.
Turner Ashby is now immortalized by the beautiful inn bearing his name in Paris, VA at the Northern end of Sky Meadow State park. The Ashby Inn dates back to 1829 and is nestled into the charming hamlet of Paris, VA. It is the perfect launching point for excursions around the local valley. The restaurant is wonderful offering a seasonal menu and featuring local ingredients. Sky Meadow State park offers several wonderful hiking trails, horseback riding, and beautiful picnicking areas. The area between Paris to the north and Delaplane, VA to the south (along Rt 17) also offers a collection of vineyards that rivals it's northern counterpart in Loudoun County (mentioned above).
Ryan's personal favorite in this area is Three Foxes Vineyard, seated just above Crooked Run and offering a gorgeous view of the valley.
As much as equestrian polo may seem to be a sport for the aristocracy, at Great Meadows (just outside of Warrenton, VA) the sport is delightfully accessible. Over the summer months the equestrian event center hosts twilight polo matches. You pay by the carload, just $30/each so it's a great chance to entertain some of those polyamorous ladies or perhaps that threesome you just met on AM. Most people make it pot luck but there usually is a local vineyard selling wine by the glass and bottle.
Oh, yeah; the "eye candy" there is, in a word, SPECTACULAR! :)
But, I tell you; polo really is fun to watch and the sun setting over the mountains in the background is wonderfully peaceful.
So there you go; that's Ryan's little tour of the Shenandoah and areas thereabouts. Come join us, as you know -
Though Shenandoah is a uniquely American song this Norwegian singer touches me deeply with her rendition. And OMG, the penny-whistle in this song is gripping!
"Oh Shenandoah, I love your daughter; away you rolling river....."
I washed down a bite of Caribbean Shrimp with the last swallow of my second Balashi.
I leaned back in my rattan chair and watched Shannon enjoying her White Sangria, hair blowing softly in the wind with golden locks highlighted in the foreground of a drenching light from the setting sun. It seemed Hemingway'esque to me I fancied, slightly perking up from a brooding mood. Yes in this atmosphere I did fancy myself a Hemingway man stoic, quiet, cerebral contemplating the scene and perhaps life over his drink. Shannon, across from me, the evocative, powerful, and charming female who needs to be in the company of adoring men yet holds them at arms length while simultaneously needing that admiration. I watched as Shannon gazed across the landscape breathing in deeply at the same moment. I could tell she wanted to take in the tapestry of it all and I knew it delighted her that she was perhaps the protagonist in that tapestry, though I suspect she was more enchanted by her environment than her deuteragonist sitting across the table. In the background a hip band pumped out the thick beat of a song that suddenly held a theme that captured the moment for me.
"Everybody get up, everybody get up
Hey, hey, hey.... hey, hey, hey..."
That's that song, I think; the one that's sort of controversial. Of course Shannon knows it, she knows everything but why do my girls know it. Oh well, I'm the last to know anything. That band sounds good, we should check them out after dinner, I thought to myself.
Several thousands of miles away another beautiful blond held my thoughts as well. I pondered on how this scene would be different if she were here instead of current company. Would my scene be like this latter day Sun Also Rises scene or perhaps something as vibrant but not so brooding. If she were here I bet she would want to dance and I bet she could get me out there. I'm no good at dancing but I bet she wouldn't mind, she would make it fun. I can be stupid with her and not worry about being stupid. But it's Shannon who earns the points for these trips. If I were with her ..... well, this would have to be Ocean City not here. You know what, I'd rather be in Ocean City with her than here. Are you crazy Ryan, this place is awesome. How many people liked your Facebook status earlier today and wished they were here. My thoughts spun around, blurred amid the music and ocean smells.
"Are we ready for dessert?" The waitress asked?
The band was on a break so we ordered Flan for Shannon and I, a Brownie Sundae for the girls. We gobbled down dessert and happily discussed if this was as good as the Flan at the San Angel Inn or our favorite restaurant back home. The answer, yes. It had a different, almost cake like texture; it was homemade, I knew, not "convenience." The girls laughed, "you guys can't just enjoy your food, you always have to analyze." They know us, we laughed too.
Yes, this is our family; this is who I am when I'm with them and I can be happy here. Who wouldn't be happy here. What man wouldn't want to be in this atmosphere with this women and these two beautiful daughters. How can dissatisfaction blur the happiness one should have?
"Maybe I'm going deaf,
maybe I'm going blind,
maybe I'm out of my mind...."
But then again, the other week holding her next to the river felt so right. I consciously thought to myself then that she is my women, the woman that feels so right, that moves in tandem with me. These concentric circles blur it all.
The band picked up again. They were a three piece band bass, guitar, and drums with a computer playing synth. Yeah they were a local band but the type of band that after that fourth Balashi or frothy boat drink you stumble up to them and boldly state "you guys need to get signed, do you have a CD?" The lead singer was uber cool with a Tommy Bahama shirt, shorts, sandals, sunglasses, and a very chic looking Cuban Fedora. He was dark, I guess not appropriate here to say African American as here the blurred lines of nationality and ethnicity are uncertain. He had a great voice and stage personality and the crowd immediately melted back into the vibe his thick bass lines created. In another life he could certainly be as good as some of the singers I hear on XM Radio but now, between sips of my drink, I wondered how much was he a small island Caribbean version of Bootsy Collins or how much the Wedding Singer. Four Balashi's will start to give you blurred lines but right now it didn't matter, he was the Caribbean Bootsy in this moment and he had the crowd moving!
I'm the analyst and watcher though, I don't ever let myself get that way. But I enjoyed watching the people and enjoyed how this band could segue from KC and the Sunshine Band to "Call Me Maybe" and then back to that modern funk. A good bar band can do that. Yes, the lead singer did have a great personality and I appreciated how he was working the crowd. I wish this could go on all night, for a moment I'm happy right here right now just being.
But even the analyst gets caught up in the moment. If I just put my arm gently around Shannon's hips, maybe it would lead to a slow movement together, maybe a connection.
But if she were here, she would be all over me. Whenever I'm with her, her hands go to me as if I'm a magnet, as if we were meant to be connected, as if I'm a soothing cool stream she yearns to wash over her. My thoughts are blurred, I'm looking at Shannon but I'm seeing her. But Shannon is just as pretty, maybe prettier. If only she could like me like she does this would all be solved, clean, no blurred lines.
Long term affairs generate blurred lines. When you've been with someone for over two years you develop habits and tendencies. You try to hide them in your normal life but vacation takes you out of the norm. You start reaching for those comfortable tendencies you enjoy with your affair partner. In the comfort and relaxation of your vacation you want to go to that happy place you enjoy with THAT person. But you are with your wife who doesn't see in you as the person you are with THAT person. You want to be who you are with her but you can't, that's not who you are in this world. The lines are blurred and navigation is difficult and tumultuous.
The band played their final song but was pulled back onstage for an encore, yes this crowd didn't want to see them go either and the singer did not disappoint. Two notes into their encore and I knew the crowd would be going crazy - Funkadelic! If there was a roof the crowd would soon be tearing it down. Yeah, this is a good bar band and they know just what they are doing, this is the song they were meant to sing; the one everybody has been waiting for even if they didn't know it until just now. "We need the funk, gotta have the funk..." The band "turn(ed) this mutha out!" Everybody was in blurred ecstasy whipped into a crescendo by the end!
God if I was with her it would be so perfect. We would slowly walk down the beach back toward the hotel. There would be play, pushing one another into the surf, kissing, teasing. And then, once in the room, we would totally have animal sex. She would pull me into her as if she couldn't get me close enough.
"What do they make dreams for,
when you got them jeans on,
what do we need steam for,
you the hottest bitch in this place
I feel so lucky...."
But now I can look forward to polite conversation and the NBA playoffs on the tube before rolling over to sleep.
Other's were walking back to the hotels as well. Drunk packs of millineals heading back to the hotel bar for another and perhaps final round of blurred merriment, loving couples who's bodies melted into one another blurred by the shadows of the moon, and I, looking up at the stars and out towards points of light in the water wondering if the people underneath those blurred lights floating on the ocean were happy or lonely. So many blurred lines about.
My only question was which of my lines were blurred? Is this environment here with my family my reality. Is the crisp detail of my life what is meant to be. Or is the crisp feeling of belonging I feel when I'm with her what's real.
I don't know what the answer is I just hope one day I wake up and my thoughts are clear, not blurred. Maybe one day.
And yes as one great stoic character said, "isn't it pretty to this so."
Everybody get up
Everybody get up
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
[Verse 1: Robin Thicke]
If you can't hear what I'm trying to say
If you can't read from the same page
Maybe I'm going deaf,
Maybe I'm going blind
Maybe I'm out of my mind [Pharrell:] Everybody get up
[Pre-chorus: Robin Thicke]
OK now he was close, tried to domesticate you
But you're an animal, baby, it's in your nature
Just let me liberate you
Hey, hey, hey
You don't need no papers
Hey, hey, hey
That man is not your maker
[Chorus: Robin Thicke]
And that's why I'm gon' take a good girl
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
You're a good girl
Can't let it get past me
You're far from plastic
Talk about getting blasted
I hate these blurred lines
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
But you're a good girl
The way you grab me
Must wanna get nasty
Go ahead, get at me [Pharrell:] Everybody get up
[Verse 2: Robin Thicke]
What do they make dreams for
When you got them jeans on
What do we need steam for
You the hottest bitch in this place
I feel so lucky
Hey, hey, hey
You wanna hug me
Hey, hey, hey
What rhymes with hug me?
Hey, hey, hey
[Pre-chorus: Robin Thicke]
OK now he was close, tried to domesticate you
But you're an animal, baby it's in your nature
Just let me liberate you
Hey, hey, hey
You don't need no papers
Hey, hey, hey
That man is not your maker
Hey, hey, hey
[Chorus: Robin Thicke]
And that's why I'm gon' take a good girl
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
You're a good girl
Can't let it get past me
You're far from plastic
Talk about getting blasted [Pharrell:] Everybody get up
I hate these blurred lines
I know you want it
I hate them lines
I know you want it
I hate them lines
I know you want it
But you're a good girl
The way you grab me
Must wanna get nasty
Go ahead, get at me
[Verse 3: T.I.]
One thing I ask of you
Let me be the one you back that ass to
Go, from Malibu, to Paris, boo
Yeah, I had a bitch, but she ain't bad as you
So hit me up when you pass through
I'll give you something big enough to tear your ass in two
Swag on, even when you dress casual
I mean it's almost unbearable
In a hundred years not dare, would I
Pull a Pharside let you pass me by
Nothing like your last guy, he too square for you
He don't smack that ass and pull your hair like that
So I just watch and wait for you to salute
But you didn't pick
Not many women can refuse this pimpin'
I'm a nice guy, but don't get it if you get with me
[Bridge: Robin Thicke]
Shake the vibe, get down, get up
Do it like it hurt, like it hurt
What you don't like work?
[Pre-chorus: Robin Thicke]
Baby can you breathe? I got this from Jamaica
It always works for me, Dakota to Decatur, uh huh
No more pretending
Hey, hey, hey
Cause now you winning
Hey, hey, hey
Here's our beginning
[Chorus: Robin Thicke]
I always wanted a good girl
(Pharrell: Everybody get up)
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
You're a good girl
Can't let it get past me
You're far from plastic
Talk about getting blasted
I hate these blurred lines
(Pharrell: Everybody get up)
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
But you're a good girl
The way you grab me
Must wanna get nasty
Go ahead, get at me
[Outro: Pharrell]
Everybody get up
Everybody get up
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
