While out in the back yard doing battle with a bush
Posted on Saturday, June 27, 2009 by Melanie
I was listening to the "Secret World Live" concert on my iPod, and noticed something interesting about "Kiss That Frog." If you kinda squint at it (and let's be perfectly honest here, it's not as if Peter Gabriel never sings about sex) it could be taken as a subtle paean to the joys of oral sex.
Sweet little princess
let me introduce his frogness
You alone can get him singing
He's all puffed up, wanna be your king
Oh, you can do it, come on
Kiss that frog
So what's one little kiss
one tiny little touch
he's wanting it so much
I swear that this is royal blood
running through my skin
can't you see the state I'm in
kiss it better
I'm just sayin'.
You think that's subtle? Sheesh!
Is everything about sex to you Mel? I'm going to have to introduce my friend Gertrude the paragon of moral terpitude to the show.
(I'll have to see if we can get British John to do the voice).
She'll be the Church Lady's bastard sister.
Sweetie, I already AM the paragon of moral turpitude -- bringing Gertrude on would be like bringing coals to Newcastle.