Fez (isaid_goodday) wrote,

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TM 160 - What song best describes your life?

160 - What song best describes your life?

Hyde was the one who gave me the record. He said that if he'd ever heard a song that to him, said "Fez", this was it. I listened to it many times, listening to hear it say "Fez", but I never did. But what Fez could hear was magic. It was as if the song had been written for Fez. And the bad was Foreigner. It was meant to be.

When I finally did put the record on just to listen and enjoy it, I found myself dancing around the apartment, exactly as God had made me. It was joyous. It was free. It was a little cold, since it was December, but I did not mind.

Well, I'm hot blooded, check it and see
I got a fever of a hundred and three
Come on baby, do you do more than dance?
I'm hot blooded, I'm hot blooded

You don't have to read my mind, to know what I have in mind
Honey you oughta know
Now you move so fine, let me lay it on the line
I wanna know what you're doin' after the show

So many women have not understood the hotness of Fez. They have been frightened by my suavity, my needs and my native heat. All I used to want was to find the one girl who would finally do it with me, and then I would not be a virgin. After that, I was hooked, and found myself even hotter than before. I had many needs, and I wondered if there would ever be a woman to fulfill them.

Now it's up to you, we can make a secret rendezvous
Just me and you, Ill show you lovin' like you never knew

Thats why, I'm hot blooded, check it and see
I got a fever of a hundred and three
Come on baby, do you do more than dance?
I'm hot blooded, hot blooded

I searched high. I searched low. I searched among the most classy and rich and beautiful girls of Point Place, and among the nasty, slutty and whorey women I could find. The finest experts were consulted, searching for the advice Fez needed: Hyde, Kelso, the Playboy Advisor and the Penthouse Forum.

It was all for naught. Oh, I found women to date, and I continued to enjoy my favorite pastimes-- spying on my female friends and taking complete and almost disgusting advantage of myself. But there was still something missing. I was too hot blooded.

If it feels alright, maybe you can stay all night
Shall I leave you my key?
But you've got to give me a sign, come on girl, some kind of sign
Tell me, are you hot mama? you sure look that way to me

Are you old enough? Will you be ready when I call you bluff?
Is my timing right? Did you save your love for me tonight?

Yeah I'm hot blooded, check it and see
Feel the fever burning inside of me
Come on baby, do you do more than dance?
I'm hot blooded, I'm hot blooded, I'm hot

Now it's up to you, can we make a secret rendezvous?
Oh, before we do, you'll have to get away from you know who

And then it hit me, like a bolt out of the blue... like a punch in the arm... like a bowling ball into the television set.


She was beautiful. She was sweet. She was devoted.

Okay, so at the time she was in a great need of isolation, therapy and therapeutic chemicals, but then, who's perfect, right?

I know she is high of the maintenance. I know she has her quirks. But she is pretty and she loves me. And women who are crazy eccentric outside are crazy adventurous in bed, let me tell you. This one is for you, Caroline!

Hot blooded, every night
Hot blooded, you're looking so tight
Hot blooded, now you're driving me wild
Hot blooded, I'm so hot for you, child
Hot blooded, I'm a little bit high
Hot blooded, you're a little bit shy
Hot blooded, you're making me sing
Hot blooded, for your sweet, sweet thing

(("Hot Blooded"
Lyrics by Mick Jones and/or Lou Gramm
Performed by Foreigner))

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