My mom got me the Color Me Badd tape for my birthday and I played it, flipped it over, rewound it and played it again - on repeat - the entire night. The girls at my sleepover party hated me, but I had to learn every word...to the entire album. I still know all the words and I'm turning 30 in a couple of months.
On a side note, I wish I hadn't Googled the band to see what they look like today. I prefer to remember the boys like this:

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Now, when I hear "Dream on, dream away. I think I'm gonna have to stay. Stay forever..." I'm going to picture dudes in their 40s still "living" the dream and not the hunks I adored as a young girl. I don't speak a lick of Spanish, but I still kill this verse every time I Adore comes on the radio:
Chica tu eres mi vida la ternura
Y alegria amor
Y este sueƱo
contigo sera verdad (yeah Yeah)
There you have it. My guilty pleasure. I love Color Me Badd and I sung every word to I Wanna Sex You Up long before I knew what any of it really meant.
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