Tell me lies, slap me on the face, just ...
Improvise, do something really clever
That'll make me hate your name forever
Is it possible that Shakira, that Columbian goddess who makes Beyonce look like a child trying to dance, actually speaks the words that live only in my head?
To watch her dance is to wish you could somehow learn to move like that. But to listen to her ... to fully take in the layers of lyrics ... it's almost too much.
In the world full of strangers
You're the one I know
I listen to her a lot on the treadmill and the elliptical. She makes me move. Makes me feel sinewy. Powerful. Agile. I like it.
And you know ... my hips don't lie.