When I first heard this song, I thought Karen O. had been reincarnated and her soul was still dishing out lusty lines full of innuendo. And then I thought no, Karen is still alive and kickin', so the singer obviously must have been drafted by KO herself and fashioned to be Karen: The Sequel.
But apparently, in reality, the singer's name is Patience and she lives in the UK or something. All that really matters is my top-secret, hot fetish for trampolines is embodied in this song, and I can listen to it in my car while I turn the heater on full blast, thus making it a hot machine.
And as a final notice, did anybody else notice you can't spell "trampoline" without "TRAMP"? HA.
When I first heard this song, I thought Karen O. had been reincarnated and her soul was still dishing out lusty lines full of innuendo. And then I thought no, Karen is still alive and kickin', so the singer obviously must have been drafted by KO herself and fashioned to be Karen: The Sequel. But apparently, in reality, the singer's name is Patience and she lives in the UK or something. All that really matters is my top-secret, hot fetish for trampolines is embodied in this song, and I can listen to it in my car while I turn the heater on full blast, thus making it a hot machine. And as a final notice, did anybody else notice you can't spell "trampoline" without "TRAMP"? HA.