In bed, throw the covers on your head, You pretend like you are dead, But I know it, The rhythm is gonna gey'cha
We could easily change the lyric here to "throw the toque on your head," in reference of Cristy's amazing Cuban, crock-pot loving Chef Pepin! His enthusisasm was at about an 11! This man opens his cans with gutso. I adore him.
Rhythm is gonna get'cha, Rhythm is gonna get'cha, Rhythm is gonna get you
Chef Pepin is not having your excuse Marysol. He is going to get you. He does not care that you are calling on your Blackberry and apologizing on speaker. He wanted you to turn on the crock pot and now who will do it?
The rhythm is gonna get you tonight, No way, you can fight it every day, But no matter what you say, You know it, The rhythm is gonna get'cha
Adriana could have told Alex that the rhythm was going to pick him up from school, this would have solved the problem of Fredric hanging up on her.
No clue, of what's happening to you, And before this night is through, Ooh baby, The rhythm is gonna get'cha
The rhythm has clearly already gotten to Cristy, as her major requirement to know if Adriana is happy with her man is if he can make her "Bedrock." We should all take our relationship advice from Lil Wayne.
Rhythm is gonna get'cha, Rhythm is gonna get'cha, Rhythm is gonna get you, The rhythm is gonna get you tonight
This call to action is for Larsa's nanny. Rice is not a matter of opinion, it's a fact. Also, how can you call yourself a friend of animals and hate bunnies? The rhythm will now come to take your job.