April 12, 2009 by beecup
Prince isn’t the first guy to put Salma Hayek’s breasts on a pedestal. But he is the first (or at least the first to admit) to write a song about them.
‘Valentina’ (also the name of Hayek’s daughter) is an ode to the mommy’s mammaries with lyrics like:
“Hey Valentina, tell your mama she should give me a call/ When she get tired of runnin’ after you down the hall/And she’s all worn out from those late-night feedings/and she’s ready for another rock and roll meeting.”
Yep. Let’s go crazy.