Banda sonora

I don’t want you to be no slave;
I don’t want you to work all day;
But I want you to be true,
And I just wanna make love to you.
…Love to you…
…Love to you…Ooooohhooh…
…Love to you…

All I want to do is wash your clothes;
I don’t want to keep you indoors.
There is nothing for you to do
But keep me makin’ love to you.
…Love to you…
…Love to you…Ooooohhooh…
…Love to you…
And I can tell by the way you walk that walk;
I can hear by the way you talk that talk;
I can know by the way you treat your girl
That I can give you all the lovin’ in the whole wide world!
All I want you to do is make your bread!
Just to make sure you’re well-fed!
I don’t want you sad and blue!
And I just wanna make love to you.
…Love to you…
…Love to you…Ooooohhooh…
…Love to you…Ooooh.

And I can tell by the way you walk that walk;
And I can hear by the way you talk that talk;
And I can know by the way you treat your girl
That I could give you all the lovin’ in the whole wide world!
Oh, all I wanna do - All I wanna do is cook your bread!
Just to make sure that you’re well-fed!
I don’t want you sad and blue,
And I just wanna make love to you.
…Love to you…
…Love to you…Ooooohhooh…
…Yeah, love to you…Ooooh.
…Love to you…

[No pasquim não me deixam ouvir "Lady Sings the Blues". Ameaçam atirar-se pela janela. Salva-se a Bobbie Gentry, com “son of a preacher man” ou “Fever” da Peggy Lee. Aos primeiros acordes de Summertime da Ella Fitzgerald, já a estagiária está agarrada à janela a dizer que salta. Mas esta foi a minha banda sonora do dia.]