AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. G.H.'s version has 14 comments and this only 4!!!! Disgusting! Except for "Shake Your Bootie Cutie" I can't tolerate the woman's "talent." And I like that song only because it has personal meaning for me...at the time I first heard it I really wanted a skinny arsed booty to shake for me:) The Weather Girls could belt out tunes and this one was exceptional! Just the fact that they are called The Weather Girls and their hit was "It's Raining Men" is, in itself, perfection! This is simply a fun song that we college girls loved to hear when we were on the dance floor being bombarded with dance propositions by guys. We felt so empowered by the song that ironically we would dance with each other and ignore the guys:) THIS is the song I was listening to when Mr. powder blue polyester suit with shoe lifts and slicked back hair asked me to dance; I was 19 and he was probably 23 and from a Muslim country. It's the first time I ever said NO to a guy (to dance:); for once the polyesther allowed me to manage my guilt for being mean. (Hmmmmm...I wonder why I still remember it, though:)
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. G.H.'s version has 14 comments and this only 4!!!! Disgusting! Except for "Shake Your Bootie Cutie" I can't tolerate the woman's "talent." And I like that song only because it has personal meaning for me...at the time I first heard it I really wanted a skinny arsed booty to shake for me:) The Weather Girls could belt out tunes and this one was exceptional! Just the fact that they are called The Weather Girls and their hit was "It's Raining Men" is, in itself, perfection! This is simply a fun song that we college girls loved to hear when we were on the dance floor being bombarded with dance propositions by guys. We felt so empowered by the song that ironically we would dance with each other and ignore the guys:) THIS is the song I was listening to when Mr. powder blue polyester suit with shoe lifts and slicked back hair asked me to dance; I was 19 and he was probably 23 and from a Muslim country. It's the first time I ever said NO to a guy (to dance:); for once the polyesther allowed me to manage my guilt for being mean. (Hmmmmm...I wonder why I still remember it, though:)