I have recently found an intimate connection with will.i.am’s “I got it from my mama,” the hit single on his 2007 album “Songs About Girls.” About me? I’m a girl! Maybe that explains the connection. Or I forgot to release the “mute” button. Either way, a brilliant lyricist and inspiration to us all, will.i.am’s tune asks, “baby, where’d you get that body from? Tell me, where’d you get that body from?” Its a bit more complex than will.i.am makes it out to be and I can only blame a poorly funded primary and secondary public education system in Brazil for spitting out generations of beach babes who think they were delivered via storkes. Nonetheless, it makes for catchy song: far more important than accuracy of information. Even I thought about throwing on a bikini and dancing on the beach called my rooftop in Jersey City. Hot. And smoggy.
I wanted to take the song deeper, if thats at all possible, by reflecting on my physical features, talents, and personality traits that are in the likes of my mama. We are both tall. We both like antiques. We write in a similar fashion. And then I had it. I know what it is. What all the guys were asking me in Toledo during high school with my awkward smile, my out of proportion flannel-wearing body and my mad Risk and Magic the Gathering skillz. The one thing, among many, that made them think “oh, maybe at our fifteen-year reunion I’ll ask her out if I’m not already married. Please god be married by then.”
Any producer who wants it, its yours. I won’t even collect royalties on it. Just doing it for the people, out of the goodness of my heart.
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