Yes sir, I'm still working it.

There comes a time in everyone's life, when you think it's over. You have lost "it". I thought I was there. I am not old, neither am I young. I'm somewhere in between, and I have stopped feeling sexy a very long time ago. 

But just when you are about to think that your glory days are over, you go out for your daily power walk. However, this walk had a little more "umph" to it. The sun had begun to set, sweat was pouring down my arms and my chest was completely wet, and I guess my naughty fantasies about a certain man was showing in my face. 

To get a "OMG!-What-is-this??-work-it!-girl-that's-one-hot-piece-of-ass" is breakfast lunch AND dinner in Paris, but in my town... not so much! 

Now, this will not miraculously turn me into what I was before, but just for one night I'd like to pretend that I am 18 and hot again, tomorrow it's back to plain and boring Nic. (It was so worth sweating for though).

This song was all over when i was living the wild life in Aix-en-Provence as a 19-year-old.