Songs Lyrics About Doing It All Over Again Even if It Ends
Beloved songs are where we get our passion, our soul — and nearly of our worst ideas.
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Throughout human history, oceans have been crossed, mountains have been scaled, and keen families take blossomed — all because of a few elementary chords and a melody that inflamed a middle and propelled it on a noble, romantic mission.
On the other hand, that time you told that daughter you lot simply started seeing that y'all would "take hold of a grenade" for her? Y'all did that because of a beloved song. And it wasn't exactly a coincidence that she of a sudden decided to "lose your number" and move dorsum to Milwaukee to "figure some stuff out."
"It's just, my mom. You know? And Fifty.A. is so hot in the summer. And yeah, my mom." Photo via iStock.
That time you held that boom box over your head outside your ex's business firm? Yous did that because of a honey vocal. And fifty hours of community service later, you're still not back together.
Beloved songs are great. They brand our hearts beat faster. They inspire us to accept risks and put our feelings on the line. And they give us terrible, terrible ideas about how bodily, real-life human relationships should work.
They're amazing. So amazing. And likewise terrible.
Here are half-dozen honey songs that sound romantic but aren't, and one song that doesn't sound romantic only totally is:
1. "God But Knows," past The Embankment Boys
You can continue your "Surfin' Safaris," your "I Get Arounds," and your "Aid me Rhondas."
When information technology comes to The Beach Boys, "God Just Knows" is where it'south at. A lush garden of soft horns and breezy melody. A necktie-dye swirl of sound. A landscape of haunted innocence with some of the most heartrending lyrics ever committed to the back of a surfboard.
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Here's why it sounds romantic:
I may not ever dear you
But long as there are stars above you
You never need to uncertainty it
I'll brand you so sure well-nigh it
God only knows what I'd be without you
If you're traipsing through a meadow in a sundress with your honey and non playing "God Just Knows" on your iPod, you should actually stop and start over.
If you're lazily bumping a beach brawl over a volleyball net and "God Only Knows" isn't playing somewhere in the dorsum of your mind, y'all need to rethink the choices that got y'all to this point.
If you lot're a video editor compiling footage of grainy hippies frolicking in the mud and you lot're not underscoring it with the opening chords of "God Simply Knows," you lot are doing it incorrect.
Hippies, likely on their way to a mud frolic. Photo past Colin Davey/Getty Images.
It's a vocal that only feels like honey. Pure honey. Young dearest. Love with a chill, kelp-y vibe.
What could be wrong with that?
Here's why it'south really really, actually unromantic:
There's aught wrong with loving someone. Sending them flowers. Leaving over-the-top notes in their P.O. boxes. Stroking their hair as they fall asleep while yous whisper the complete works of Nicholas Sparks into their ear.
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Merely there is such a thing as loving someone a skosh likewise much.
If you should ever leave me
Though life would still go on believe me
The world could evidence zilch to me
So what good would living do me?
Look, I get information technology. Breakups suck. There'southward no getting effectually that. But skilful God.
There's a huge difference between maxim: "Hey babe, you are my showtime and foremost everything and I'll exist bummed if yous go." And saying: "Welp, yous accepted that job in Seattle, so I'g just gonna chug a bunch of nightshade and call it a life."
Simply that's pretty much the gist here. Which makes this line...
God only knows what I'd be without you lot
...horror-movie creepy. Because the answer, obviously, is: "I'd be a corpse!"
Ah well. Nosotros had a proficient run. Photograph via iStock.
That's non love. That'due south codependency (to put information technology mildly). Oh, and hey! Threatening to kill yourself if your partner leaves isn't loving. It's a grade of emotional abuse.
Investing all your happiness and sense of self-worth in any relationship — one that, by definition, might one mean solar day finish — is putting a lot of eggs in 1 basket. Sure, God may only know what you'd be without her, but God probably also hopes you have, I don't know, some hobbies. Accept a yoga class. Google some woodworking videos. Try kite surfing.
"Yeah! Hell yeah! What was her name over again?" Photograph by Jim Semlor/Federal Highway Administration.
One person cannot exist anyone's be-all and end-all. It's also stressful. And it prevents you from doing you, which is a thing that'southward gotta exist washed before y'all can do anything else.
No wonder she took that job in Seattle.
two. "Treasure," past Bruno Mars
Sure, it's a blatant rip off of every Michael Jackson song y'all've ever heard. Just, nosotros don't have Michael Jackson anymore, and as tribute acts go, y'all could practise a lot worse than Bruno Mars.
Await at that face. That confront! Photo past Brothers Le/Flickr.
Hither's why the vocal sounds romantic:
Treasure, that is what y'all are
Dear, y'all're my gold star
Y'all know you can make my wish come true
If y'all let me treasure you
If you allow me treasure y'all
Laissez passer those lyrics to anyone on a used napkin at an eighth-course brand-out party and you'll probable get an instant toll pass on the highway to tongue-boondocks (ew).
Pass them to your spouse and, chances are, engagement dark is going to culminate in 47 minutes of chaste-nevertheless-passionate frenching.
Pass them to a cop who pulls you over for running a stop sign, and they will retrieve you're weird — but probably still make out with you.
In fact, Bruno Mars basically has a lifetime laissez passer to brand out with America because of this song.
This is what happens when yous write "Treasure" and you're on phase with Michelle Obama. Photo past Mandel Ngan/Getty Images.
And I'g OK with that.
But, here'southward why "Treasure" isn't equally romantic as it seems:
Everything virtually "Treasure" is retro. Everything.
Including its attitudes nearly gender.
"Children, accept I ever told you what I shouted at your mother on the street the commencement fourth dimension we met?" Photo by Jacobsen/Getty Images.
Things first to get s correct from the very beginning:
Give me your, give me your, give me your attending, baby
I gotta tell you a fiddling something virtually yourself
Ah yes. Nothing screams "respect" quite like a man lecturing a strange woman on the street about something she "doesn't know about herself."
What could it exist? Could it be that her jokes are funny? Could information technology be that she's got something in her teeth? Could it be that her nonfiction book about early modern German history is extremely detailed and informative?
"Thank you for teaching me all nearly Martin Luther's bible!" Photo by Torsten Schleese/Wikimedia Commons.
Spoiler Warning: It's none of those.
You're wonderful, flawless, ooh, you lot're a sexy lady
But you walk around hither like y'all wanna be someone else
Oh. Information technology's that she's sexy. Cool, bro. Very original.
Word of advice? Regardless of how she's walking, the lady knows she's sexy. Even if she doesn't, it really doesn't impact her day-to-day so much that you lot, a complete stranger, need to shout it at her (even over a funky disco snare).
So what if she does desire to be someone else? I'd dearest to exist someone else! I think being Ryan Gosling would be quite nice. A practiced way to spend a three-day weekend.
Sure, there'd be an adjustment menstruum... Photograph by Eamonn Thou. McCormack/Getty Images.
And then later, of form, the narrator can't help himself:
Pretty girl, pretty daughter, pretty daughter, you should be smiling
A girl similar you should never await so blue.
He respects her so much, he's actually straight-upwards telling her to smiling! Much like Mars' character "Uptown Funk," who appears to get off on angrily exhorting girls to "hit [their] hallelujah." Which, y'all know, I guess everybody'due south got a thing.
Yes, in the earth of "Treasure," a healthy human relationship is an unending stream of a man complimenting a strange woman and said woman existence so totally flattered that she immediately dispenses "the sexual practice."
He so proceeds to talk to his potential lover similar the world's creepiest pirate:
You are my treasure, yous are my treasure
You are my treasure, yeah, y'all, you, yous, yous are
You are my treasure, you are my treasure
Yous are my treasure, yeah, you, you, you, you are
By this betoken, in his listen, she'due south a literal thing. An object. Which is fitting.
I suppose it could exist worse, though. At least she'south not only any matter.
GIF from "The Two Towers."
That's ... something, right?
3. "Don't Think Twice, It's All Right," past Bob Dylan
For as long as humans have been dating each other, humans have been breaking upwards with each other. And "Don't Think Twice" is a portrait of a relationship going down in flames. Glorious, poetic, acoustic flames.
Bob Dylan, a guy who is practiced at writing songs that a lot of people like. Photo past William Lovelace/Getty Images.
Here's why it sounds romantic:
Well, it ain't no use to sit down and wonder why, babe
Even you don't know past now
And it ain't no use to sit down and wonder why, babe
It'll never practice somehow
When your rooster crows at the break of dawn
Expect out your window, and I'll be gone
You're the reason I'yard a-traveling on
But don't recollect twice, it'due south all right.
Boom. Strummed on out of that friends-with-benefits situation similar whoa.
"Don't Recall Twice" is a raw song. An honest song. A powerful song. Information technology's the song your older sister played on continuous loop for six months after her boyfriend left for college. The vocal that convinced your Aunt Roslyn to leave her banking concern-teller job, load her four Australian shepherds into the van, and open up a wind chime store in Mendocino. The vocal your friend's cool dad ever wants to play when he invited your high schoolhouse band over to his apartment to jam.
"What timbre are you lot looking for?" Photograph by Sharon Ang/Pixabay.
Sure, it's virtually the stop of a human relationship, but information technology sounds romantic. And at the stop of the day, shouldn't that be enough?
Here'due south why information technology'south actually sooooo messed up:
Relationships finish. For a lot of reasons. And while in that location is no right way to phone call it quits with someone, when the dust settles, both parties can certainly benefit from a difficult, honest discussion about what went wrong.
It's non me, Joan. It's you. 100% you. Photo by Rowland Scherman/Getty Images.
In "Don't Recollect Twice," that discussion basically boils downwards to: "It's your fault."
Let's review the reasons the dude in "Don't Think Twice" is splitting with his lady friend:
I gave her my eye, but she wanted my soul
Ugh, women, right? You're all like, "Babe, I just accept so much unspecified love to give," and she's similar, "Take out the trash!" And you're like, "Merely baaaaaaabe, shouldn't my heart be enough?" And she'southward like, "No, seriously. I already did the laundry, cleaned the whole house, fed the dog, did the dishes, and fabricated both of our lunches for the week. All I demand you to do is have out the trash." And you lot're similar, "You're aimless me out. I'm gonna go play guitar." And then she gets all mad! What did you do? Why is she trying to change you? UGH!
Yous could have done better, simply I don't mind
Yep. Yous do mind! You mind! Y'all wrote a song about it, you passive-aggressive prick.
You only kinda wasted my precious time
Ah yes. Your time is so precious! Think nigh all the hours you lot wasted plumbing the ocean-deep, ecstatic mysteries of human partnership when you could accept been futzing around with that home-brew kit.
Yes, this was worth it. Photo by Bill Bradford/Flickr.
The infinitesimal you start breaking it down, the message of "Don't Think Twice" suddenly starts to seem a lot less romantic. Similar your sister's ex-boyfriend, who worked at the Bass Pro Store in town for a while and now might be in jail. Like your aunt's wind chime shop, which would have airtight forever ago had she not received that inheritance from her mom in the '80s. Like your friend's cool dad, who wasn't exactly, technically, paying child back up.
"You kids want a beer? No one'southward under xiii, right?" Photo via iStock.
Oh yep, and the song's narrator as well bespeak-blank refers woman he'due south leaving as:
A child, I'm told
That's correct. In addition to being a run-of-the-mill passive-aggressive jerk — turns out, he'south also possibly a pedophile.
Even if we are to have that this is a metaphor and she'due south non really a child — which in that location'south no indication information technology is, but OK, Bob Dylan — the fact that Commitmentphobe Gunderson here would willingly choose an immature partner reflects way more than poorly on him than it does on her.
Breaking up with anyone in such a cruel, dismissive way is a recipe for sticking them with years of therapy bills.
Which, I suppose, may be the signal.
4. "Leaving on a Jet Plane," by John Denver
Who has ii thumbs and wrote a bloodshot folk song about hurtling through the stratosphere in a giant aluminum tube at 600 miles per 60 minutes?
This guy. Photo by Hughes Goggle box Network/Wikimedia Commons.
Here's why it sounds romantic:
"Leaving on a Jet Plane" is a lovely song. And impressive in its loveliness considering jet planes were yet kind of new at the fourth dimension it was written.
'Cause I'm leavin' on a jet aeroplane
To a modern ear, this would be sort of like singing, "I'm a scoooting abroad on my hoverboooooard," but in a style that'south somehow still folksy and heartbreaking and singable by 9-year-olds at summer camp. Not easy to do!
Oh babe, I detest to go
Yous see — he hates to become! He just hates it! Nosotros know this, considering he tells us he hates information technology. And why would he hate to go if he didn't love his partner just that much?
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Why indeed?
Hither'south why information technology's actually not that romantic at all:
All the plaintive guitar, loping bass line, and twangy, melancholy warbling in the world can just distract and then much from the fact that the song's principal character is well, kind of a jerkweed.
And in reality — surprise surprise! — it doesn't actually seem similar he hates being away all that much:
There's so many times I've let you downwards
So many times I've played around
I tell y'all now, they don't hateful a thing
"Babe, I hope! All the movies I watched alone while you were home nursing the quadruplets. All the times I drained our life savings on Zoo Zillionaire. All the random sex I had with other women. Totally meaningless. Certainly fun to do! Actually fun. Like, I had a fantastic time. But balance assured — completely empty, in an ontological sense."
"Every bit empty as this bed I only finished having sex with someone else in." Photo via iStock.
Yeah, when you pause it downward, "Leaving on a Jet Plane," is less of a passionate tribute to love overcoming distance and more than the deluded ramblings of a guy who needs to convince himself he's "skilful" despite all evidence to the contrary.
And for all he claims to be broken up about having to role from his 1 and simply, the dude seems pretty excited virtually the flight. Oh, you're leaving on a jet airplane, are you? Are you Zone 1? Gonna humblebrag on Twitter about the "terrible" Cibo express salad y'all were forced to choke down equally you sat waiting to embark on your fun, mysterious adventure?
"Life then hard @ LGA #missingmybabe." Photo by Gesalbte/Wikimedia Eatables.
He continues:
Ev'ry identify I go, I'll think of you
Ev'ry song I sing, I'll sing for you
Ah cool. He'll think about her while strumming and making "my honey is fragile equally the morning dew" optics at a waif-y grad pupil in the front end row. That pretty much makes upward for information technology all.
Then he demands:
So buss me and smile for me
Tell me that yous'll wait for me
Later on all the betrayal and heartbreak, after basically revealing himself to be a course-A sleaze who can't be trusted, he nevertheless has the gall to tell her to wait? To wait for him?
And hither'due south the kicker:
When I come dorsum, I'll bring your wedding ring
Ah yes. He'll put a ring on it. Finally.
"Ehhhhhhh...." Photo via iStock.
Unlike all the previous trips, where he'southward cheated a billion times, drained the family unit banking concern account, and merely been a general screwup and disappointment.
Only yes. This fourth dimension he says he'll bring dorsum a wedding ring.
I hope she joins a polyamorous octad and never looks dorsum.
five. "When a Man Loves a Woman," Percy Sledge
When y'all look up "soul" in the dictionary, the book plays you a recording of this song.
Percy Sledge, having a few thoughts. Photograph by Factor Pugh/Flickr.
Specifically, information technology plays you the very first line.
Here'due south why information technology sound very romantic:
When a homo loves a woman
Certain, yous tin can write the lyrics down, simply it doesn't even come shut to capturing the heartache. The yearning. The delicious, delicious pain-belting:
WHEN A Homo LOVES A Woman
Closer ... just still no.
WHEN A MAAAAAAAN. LOVES A WOOOMAN!
Yes! Sing information technology, Percy Sledge!
It's an elemental lyric.
Information technology'southward a heart-shattering lyric.
It's a lyric that demands you put your dorsum into it.
Information technology's perfection.
Every bit long as you don't keep listening.
Here'due south why the song is actually pretty horrifying:
From the opening lines of "When a Man Loves a Adult female," we know that, at least on occasion, a man loves a adult female.
Which raises the question: What happens when said human loves said woman?
He'd give up all his comforts
And slumber out in the rain
If she said that's the way
Information technology ought to exist.
Whoa! OK. No. Back up. A man, no matter how devoted, no matter how selfless, no matter how in honey, needs shelter. Otherwise, a human being volition die of exposure and hypothermia.
Turn his back on his best friend if he put her down.
No! Jeez. No. A man can't put up with that kind of isolating beliefs. A man needs friends! One time a man's whole back up arrangement erodes out from under him, a man will be bitter, ungrounded, and alone. And a man's mental health will deteriorate.
I gave you everything I have
Tryin' to concur on to your heartless love
Baby, delight don't treat me bad.
This is not what happens "when a homo loves a woman." It's what happens when a man loves a controlling, manipulative woman. An abusive woman. A adult female who, in truth, only loves a woman. Herself.
"It's Chris or me." Photo by geralt/Pixabay.
And that's non salubrious.
Run, Percy Sledge, run! We're here for you.
(Side note: Lest it go unsaid, at that place is way more than one manner for a man to love a woman. Maybe they spend every waking moment cuddling and bopping each other on the nose. Maybe they slumber in separate bedrooms. Maybe they clothes up in big, costly cat costumes and refer to each other Mr. and Mrs. Kittyhawk. And when a human loves a man, I imagine it feels much the same. Or when a adult female loves a adult female. Or when a gender nonconforming person loves a gender nonconforming person.)
Regardless of the depth of commitment, living situation, or combination of genders or sexual orientations, at that place's no one-size-fits-all honey solution. Every relationship is a unique snowflake. Variety is the spice of life. Necessity is the mother of invention. There'due south more than one way to skin a cat. A spoonful of carbohydrate helps the medicine go down.
It doesn't matter if it'southward the right metaphor, as long every bit it'south a metaphor. Photo by Rosmarie Voegtli/Flickr.
Bespeak being: Generalize at your peril, Sledge. And delight, seek assistance! Yous tin can do this! And if you e'er notice yourself in a similar situation, please give these people a call.
6. "All I Wanna Do is Make Beloved to Y'all," Heart
Honestly, Heart could sing a list of the most popular AllRecipes ("Jaaaamie'due south Cranberry Spinach Saaaaalad/World's Best Lasaaaaagna/Sour Creeeeeam Cutouts") and it would make me want to bawl my optics out in the artillery of a alpine, dark stranger at the end of a pier.
This song is perfect. You should e'er be listening to it. If you're non listening to it now, smack yourself in the confront and Google it. It'due south just that important.
I am singing the phone volume. You are weeping similar a tiny babe. Photo by FatCat125/Wikimedia Commons.
So much passion. So much hurting. And so much hair.
Here's why it sounds romantic:
Over pounding drums and a soaring melody, Heart sisters Nancy and Ann Wilson deliver a primal tribute to the one true romantic fantasy shared by every living beingness on Globe: picking upward an unnervingly bonny man for one nighttime of mind-blowing sex activity and and so releasing him dorsum into the wild to os — merely never quite equally compellingly e'er once again.
They sing:
It was a rainy night when he came into sight
Standing by the road, no umbrella, no coat
So I pulled up aslope and I offered him a ride
He accepted with a smiling so we drove for a while
I don't have to continue because y'all know what happens next, and it'due south awesome.
"I only sit in this cabin. Counting the days since. Counting ... the ... days." Photo by Rene Asmussen/Pexels.
Now, here's why this song is not romantic at all:
The relationship in "All I Wanna Do" seems too skillful to be truthful. And it is. Because it's non an as loving ,or even equally lusty, pairing at all.
It's a...
It's a...
Well. Y'all know what it is:
Skilful at recognizing no-win situations and delicious with lemon?! Photo by Pikawil/Flickr.
For a while, things are bustling along just fine, similar whatever wholesome, illicit, anonymous matter should:
I didn't ask him his proper noun, this lonely boy in the rain
Fate, tell me information technology's correct, is this love at first sight?
Sure, many of us might hesitate to pick up a foreign leather-jacket-clad human continuing on the side of the route for a no-strings-attached spiral, but our narrator simply has a feeling almost this guy, and sometimes, you gotta become with your gut.
I can respect that.
Nosotros made magic that night
He did everything right
Nifty! Seems like it was a good decision. Bonking the hitchhiker is payin' off big time.
But so, without warning, the song starts to sound less similar an all-time neat romance and more like a story men's rights activists tell each other equally they vape around a campfire:
I told him "I am the flower, you are the seed
We walked in the garden, we planted a tree
Don't attempt to find me, please don't you cartel
Only live in my memory, you'll always exist at that place"
I'grand not a poet. Symbolic language often eludes me. Merely unless "blossom," "seed," "garden," and "tree," suddenly mean wildly different things in the context of human reproduction than they take since sex was first invented in the early on-1970s, we're talking about a surprise, non-mutually-consensual pregnancy!
Howdy! Photo by Avsar Aras/Wikimedia Commons.
Of course, metaphors are opaque, interpretations vary, etc., etc., etc. You might be tempted to think, "Maybe Heart meant something else by that."
To that I say, no, they definitely meant it:
And so information technology happened i mean solar day
Nosotros came round the same style
You can imagine his surprise
When he saw his own eyes
There are two possibilities here.
One: The narrator of the vocal is recently-deceased Jerry Orbach from this creepy New York City subway ad from nine years ago:
Photo by eyedonation.org.
Or two: She totally conned a dude into whipping up a infant on the sly.
I said, "Please, please understand
Ah, sure. Aye. No worries.
I'm in love with another man
Absurd, then this all makes sense and is in no style the nightmarish scheme of a deranged sociopath who has now wrecked not one merely ii lives.
And what he couldn't give me, oh, no
Was the one trivial thing that you can"
A HUMAN LIFE! A Existent SENTIENT Human LIFE THAT IS NOT INCIDENTAL TO ALL OF THIS!
The best you tin can say near that is that it's not technically illegal, and that leather-jacket man probably should have been responsible for his own nascency command. Or, at the very least, asked more than questions .
But ... it's not cute. Information technology's not romantic (even the Wilson sisters themselves agree).
And at the end of the twenty-four hour period, the shadiest character in this vocal is somehow non the rain-soaked hitchhiker wandering to nowhere in the night.
Which... is saying something.
Only there is a dearest song that is truly, madly, securely perfect. An unassailable runway in a ocean of problematic faves.
A song that does everything right.
A song that paints a portrait of a healthy partnership built to last.
A vocal that can double as a manual for the ideal human romantic relationship.
And that song is...
"Candy Shop," by 50 Cent, featuring Olivia
Hither's why y'all might exist — OK, almost definitely are — skeptical:
50 Cent (L) and that guy. You know, that guy? That guy! Photo by Ethan Miller/Getty Images.
As catchy as "Candy Shop" is, every bit fun it is to dance to, and every bit cathartic as it can be to scream in the middle of a crowded fraternity house at two a.thou., at that place's no getting around the fact that the song begins like this:
I'll take you to the processed store
I'll let y'all lick the lollipop
I'll post that again, in case you missed some of the nuance:
I'll have y'all to the candy store
I'll let you lick the lollipop
Style to take one for the squad, narrator of "Candy Shop"!
At offset glance, "Candy Store" is nobody'south idea of a archetype love song.
The lyrics are ... unusually forward. The crush is kinda basic. The hook is like the music they play when Abu Nazir sidles scarily by in "Homeland."
OooooOOOOoooooOOOo. GIF from "Homeland."
Information technology doesn't get played much anymore. When it does resurface, it feels ... kinda dated. Like watching that DVD of "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire" on your new Xbox 360.
It'south non a song yous'd put on a mixtape for your beat out. It's not a song you'd play for your spouse when the kids are at dwelling house with the babysitter and you've got nine hours to tear up the Piscataway Hampton Inn. It's certainly non a song you'd include on the video photo montage you made for your grandparents' silver ceremony.
It'southward but non.
Only it should exist.
So here it is. Here'due south why "Candy Shop" by 50 Cent, featuring Olivia, is actually the perfect relationship song:
You lot wanna back that affair upwards or should I push upward on it? Photograph by ionasnicolae/Pixabay.
The bass drum hits. The MIDI violins whine. The vocaliser starts filling out his fellatio permission slip. Information technology's only been 20 seconds, and you're already getting ready to hang it up with "Processed Store."
But then ... over the square thrum and the mewling strings, a miracle occurs — in the form of a female voice joining the rails, cutting through the din like a clarion call.
She sings:
I'll take you to the candy store (yes)
Boy, i taste of what I got (uh-huh)
I'll take y'all spendin' all y'all got (come on)
Keep going 'til y'all hitting the spot, whoa
Information technology's mutual! It's common! They're performing oral sexual activity on each other!
Ring the bells! Bang the drums! Release the doves!
Go, cunnilingus doves, go! Photograph by liz west/Flickr.
50 Cent himself may not be the world'southward greatest partner — for example, co-ordinate to 1 of his exes, he'due south done some pretty unforgivable things.
But the narrator of "Candy Shop"? He gets it:
You could have it your mode, how practise you want it?
Rather than simply imposing his desires on the person he's with — a la the dude in "God Only Knows ("I'm going to invest my entire sense of self-worth in you lot!") or the street heckler in "Treasure" ("I'g going to treat you like a chest full of gold doubloons!") or the sociopath in "All I Wanna Do is Make Love to Y'all," ("I'one thousand going to flim-flam yous into knocking me up!") — the "Processed Shop" guy actually asks his partner what she wants.
Which, in the globe of popular music, is expert for about 50,000 trillion points.
And where are they going to do it? The hotel? Back of the rental? The beach? The park?
It's whatever you're into
'Cause consent is sexy!
I ain't finished education you 'tour how sprung I got ya
The narrator of "Candy Shop" is certainly ... believing about his desires.
Just here's the central thing: the lady on the receiving cease of those desires? She's conspicuously into it. And nosotros know this considering she says and so.
The lines of consent in "Candy Shop" are vivid scarlet, highlighted, and soldered into the weirdly sticky social club floor.
Meanwhile, Robin Thicke is outside trying to convince the bouncer that his uncle is a lawyer. Photograph by Grim23/Wikimedia Eatables.
Daughter what we do ...
And where we do ...
The things nosotros do ...
Are just between me and you lot
No matter how nasty they freak, information technology volition exist intimate. It volition exist private. There will be no revenge porn (the epilogue to "Blurred Lines," to wit, would definitely be a protracted, emotionally devastating lawsuit).
If y'all be a nympho, I'll be a nympho
Sexual compatibility is key to the survival of any relationship, whether years, weeks, or (very possibly in the instance of "Processed Shop") minutes long.
She may have a high sex drive, but dude is graciously offering to accommodate her. What a gentleman! These crazy kids just might get the altitude afterward all.
And at the end of the day, what is a relationship but two nymphos, sharing health insurance?
Thanks, Obamacare! Photograph by Wonderlane/Flickr.
It's like it'due south a race who could get undressed quicker
Once again, everybody is having a great time. And, critically, an every bit great fourth dimension.
I touch the correct spot at the right time
Of course, information technology wouldn't exist a pop/hip-hop hit without a spot of random braggadocio, but if we're to take him at his give-and-take, "Processed Shop" guy is at least every bit practiced at "doing everything right" as the bearding hitchhiker from "All I Wanna Exercise is Make Love to You" — except without all the creepy surprise babe nonsense.
The "Candy Store" guy is a keeper. Considering he's not a hero or a stranger in the dark or a funky, shimmering love god. He'due south a good partner.
"Processed Shop" is raunchy. It's dirty. It's not your grandmother'due south love vocal.
Merely when y'all strip away the swagger, the back beat, and the weird strings from "Best of Public Domain Center Eastern Music 1993," by the cease of the song, both people are satisfied. And at the cease of the solar day, isn't that what a healthy relationship is all about?
Yes.
Uh-huh.
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So seductive.
Source: https://www.upworthy.com/6-songs-that-seem-romantic-but-arent-and-one-that-seems-like-it-isnt-but-is
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