"You see me trying to smile up on this pole..."

Today, as I was doing some research for my women's studies class, I came across this little article on feministing.com. Who'd have have thought I would see "Akon vs. Cocorosie" as a title on anything, but I guess that from a feminist scope, it would be sort of likely to see that.

I'm sure all of you have heard Akon's "I Wanna Love You" on the radio or wherever this media-induced world has shoved the song down your throat. Here's a jist of what the song's about: rappers fall in love women for "winding and grinding" up on some poles. How romantic, aye?

Cocorosie decided to have their own take on Akon's song.



Like one of the repliers to the post had said, "Fuck yes! That's how you show the real pain of objectification."

If you ask me, I prefer Cocorosie's version by 110%. (=

Here's the lyrics to Cocorosie's version:
"You see me trying to smile up on this pole
But I'm just hiding the pain that's deep in my soul
You wanna fuck me?
I already know
You wanna fuck me and toss me back on the floor

It started with my brother, first man I loved
Or should I say that he loved me?
I was in second grade, he was fourteen
In the shady of the trees
There was a summer breeze
Whole thing's a blurry dream
Behind the house, quiet as a mouse
You told me not to even breathe
A secret hard to keep
I didn't know 'til thirteen
By then I knew what to do
Just an old routine
Oh, the boys had a thing for me

You see me trying to smile up on this pole
But I'm just hiding the pain that's deep in my soul
You wanna fuck me?
I already know
You wanna fuck me and toss me back on the floor

My mama always said, "You're the brightest star
In life, you're sure to go so far"
Been at this club about four years
Hooked on dope, crying in the mirror
When we was just little girls
We learned to dance in mama's pearls
Baby bend over and shake that ass
Hey, you wanna come home with me?
Hoping you fall in love with me
I could make love to you for free
We could just get a place and start a life
And try to make things right

You see me trying to smile up on this pole
But I'm just hiding the pain that's deep in my soul
You wanna fuck me
I already know
You wanna fuck me and toss me back on the floor

It started with my brother, first man I loved
Or should I say that he loved me?
I was in second grade, he was fourteen
In the shady of the trees
There was a summer breeze
Whole thing's a blurry dream
Behind the house, quiet as a mouse
You told me not to even breathe
A secret hard to keep
I didn't know 'til thirteen
By then I knew what to do
Just an old routine
Oh, the boys had a thing for me

You see me trying to smile up on this pole
But I'm just hiding the pain that's deep in my soul
You wanna fuck me?
I already know
You wanna fuck me and toss me back on the floor

You see me trying to smile up on this pole
But I'm just hiding the pain that's deep in my soul "


Source: feministing.com