Hit It Hard

this song is great to dance with. that's all i have to say...

i'm thinking it's about sex... maybe

hmm i dunno, i think you might be wrong there, alisalei . like, that is just being pure dirty minded.i mean, obviously the underlining theme here is it's about someone choking on food in a restaurant, and peaches, the saint that she is, has come to rescue them by performing the Heimlich maneover. but then, we see, she isn't so good because, it's only part of her masterplan as she knew they would choke as she even convinced them to "chew the fat" and "take her apples and bob for them" so she could rob their jewelry by hitting them. it's just, it's so deep. tear

Are you kidding me. You have to look past the obviously sexual lyrics. There are tons of political undertones in her songs. And she is pushing the limits of censorship in music. If you don't appreciate her music for what it is, then don't listen to it. It's a pretty simple concept.

this is sex

you wanna go (let's go) then let me know (let me know) you want it bad (how bad?) you never had it so (you never had it so)

"Hit It Hard"

[Uh... uh... You gotta do something, You gotta do a full on Hard core, like this.]

Wanna get you home, wanna make you moan, Wanna get you in my pleasure dome, Wanna make it hot, get your pistol cocked, Gonna get you if you're ready or not; Wanna chew the fat, wanna hit your back What you say to that, what you say to that? Pardon me but please... On your hands and knees.

(Let's hit it hard!) let's hit it hard (Now you're in charge!) now you're in charge (You wanna roll!) you wanna roll (Then take control!) take control.

Get up on the floor, uh Show me what it's for, uh Wanna score, por favor Come on rock it hardcore.

Wanna bring back, sling back, tickle fight, Wanna do it, do it, do it right, Make a women a man and a man can-can, I think your Mac needs a lot more RAM; Be my Moog and I'll twiddle your knob, Be my corn and I'll nibble your cob, Now take these apples and start to bob, You play queue and I'll grab and rob.

(Let's hit it hard!) let's hit it hard (Now you're in charge!) now you're in charge (You wanna roll!) you wanna roll (Then take control!) take control, (You wanna go!) let's go (Then let me know!) let me know (You want it bad!) how bad? (You've never had it so!) you've never had it so.

Get up on the floor, uh Show me what it's for, uh Wanna score, por favor Come on rock it hardcore. Get up on the floor, uh Show me what it's for, uh Wanna score, por favor Come on rock it hardcore.

Wanna hear you hum My Ding-A-Ling Gonna help you stick but not cling, Let's break on out of this Sing Sing, Do me a favor and hold that thing; Some people think I'm a conduit Wondering if I'm getting it, Well now you know I don't have to prove it, Stay a while and I'll get to move it.

I wanna feel your lust, I know I'm gonna bust, It's a must must must, Tell the others to sniff your dust.

(Let's hit it hard!) let's hit it hard (Now you're in charge!) now you're in charge (You wanna roll!) you wanna roll (Then take control!) take control, (You wanna go!) let's go (Then let me know!) let me know (You want it bad!) how bad? (You've never had it so!) you've never had it so.

Get up on the floor, uh Show me what it's for, uh Wanna score, por favor Come on rock it hardcore, Get up on the floor, uh Show me what it's for, uh Wanna score, por favor Come on rock it hardcore, Get up on the floor, uh Show me what it's for, uh Wanna score, por favor Come on rock it hardcore, Get up on the floor, uh Show me what it's for, uh Encore, gimme more, Meet me at my private door.

Come on, come on, come on, Rock it hardcore! Come on, come on, come on, Rock it hardcore! Come on, come on, come on, Rock it hardcore! Come on, come on, come on, Rock it hardcore!

Come on, come on, come on, Rock it hardcore! Come on, come on, come on, Rock it hardcore! Come on, come on, come on, Rock it hardcore! Come on, come on, come on, Rock it hardcore!

This isn't about sex, it's about barstool come-ons.

Some guy leans over to an even moderately attractive woman and starts talking about all the crazy sexy shit he wants to do to her for hours and hours and hours -- and sure, we know it's usually foolish and risky to go off with some random guy, but even assuming no overt danger of pregnancy, disease, or violence, usually the best you can hope for with one of these big-talkers is that he'll cum in his pants while you're unbuttoning your shirt. In any case, he's not going act on all of his big talk.

OTOH, women CAN go for hours. We can go long after the man starts chaffing and whining about needing sleep. Don't believe me? Do a quick google search for "Man left crying in the street after being trapped by German nymphomaniac."