Story Behind The Song
After a fierce battle with cancer, I came out with songs of joy, silly songs, songs about life and love. I don't care if I sound like a fool, I'm going to sing what's real. And not much is more real than wanting to smell George Clooney before I die. Because if I smell him, then I must be awfully close to the guy. Mission accomplished.
Song Description
After a fierce battle with cancer, I came out with songs of joy, silly songs, songs about life and love. I don't care if I sound like a fool, I'm going to sing what's real. And not much is more real than wanting to smell George Clooney before I die. Because if I smell him, then I must be awfully close to the guy. Mission accomplished. This is the acoustic version of the song. There is another, fully produced version with tons of percussion. The song is bouncy, fun, and very upbeat.
| Song Length |
2:20 |
Genre |
Folk - Alternative, Folk - Contemporary |
| Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
Mood |
Jovial, Cheerful |
| Subject |
Life, Silliness |
Similar Artists |
Joni Mitchell, Sheryl Crow |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
George Clooney
I want to be the kind of girl
Who eats sushi and has tattoos
Always a witty comeback,
Drinkin' gin and vermouth
I want to sing my songs in Prague
And wear a coat in London fog
Go down to 'Nawlins on the Dog
Never sit at a desk job
I want to smell George Clooney
I bet he'd smell real good
I'd wrap my arms around him
And I would breathe him in
Yeah, I would breath him in
I wanna go to a seedy bar
And talk to riff raff all day long
I'd find out why they're sitting there.
And cheer them up with songs.
I wanna laugh and sing all day
Thinking's purely optional
I've thought a lot, I'm done with that
And now I'm having fun.
CHORUS
A wise woman once said
If you don't ask then you don't get
So let, let, let me
Get
Close enough to smell you.
If I could finally get up close
To perfect beauty on this earth
I'm hoping it'll rub right off
And make me pretty too.
I'm striving for these lofty things
But in between these thoughts creep in
What if I never feel unique?
I wanna have it all.
I want my "happy" and my "right"
I won't give up without a fight
I want to see my name in lights
It's finite, my dear.
Life is finite my dear.
CHORUS
Yeah, I would breath him in