Our civilization is agonizing, suffering from several incurable diseases. Meanwhile, clinging to the past like barnacles on a rotting hull, our fearless leaders only have eyes for the entrancing T.I.N.A.
Franglophone songwriter extraordinaire.
In a nutshell, I’m French and American, I’ve lived in Paris, London, Brussels and New York, and I’ve been creating unusual musical entertainment since before you were born.
Story behind the song
99% made on an iPad with GarageBand 1.1. Crooned with a cold.
Lyrics
Tina, I’m blinded by your beauty
Tina, you turn my brain to mush
Tina, you turn my knees to jelly
Oh Tina, I’m in shock
Tina, you’re so irresistible
Oh Tina, you’re so hot
Tina, nothing else matters
Oh Tina you’re all I’ve got
Tina, you’ve got me in your clutches
Tina, I’m putty in your hands
Tina, it’s so painfully obvious
Oh Tina, that I’m your greatest fan
Tina, Tina, I can’t fight it
Your wish is my command
Tina, there’s no denying
Oh Tina, that I’m your man
Tina, you’re so entrancing
Tina, I’ve seen the light
Tina, you’re so mesmerizing
Tina, you’re my Mrs. Right
Tina, na na na
Tina, na na na
Tina, na na na
Tina, na na na
Tina, There Is No Alternative
There’s no one else for me
Tina, I’m at your mercy
You and I together
Such a no-brainer
Tina do with me what you please!
