| Hey! Hey! You! You! I could be your girlfriend! |
[Jun. 8th, 2007|07:53 am] |
Okay, all. Pony up the tens of thousands. Cause I need a sex change. Cause I don't like your girlfriend (No way! No way!) and I think you need a new one. And it must be me, cause the song says so. In a second, you'll be wrapped around my finger, cause I can, I can do it better. Yes I can. (and you must send MORE tens of thousands, because I assure you I'll be wanting to change back soon, and then you'll have to find someone else. I'm flaky like that. Sorry.)
When ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) muneraven, who has a passing fondness for Joan Jett, heard this song and thought Avril might deserve at least a brief compare & contrast w/her, I wondered why. When my one-and-only heard this song and wished it's lyrics were less problematic/more socially conscious, because she thought it was bound straight for the top of the chart and was one of the most perfectly crafted pop songs from a structure standpoint ever, I wondered why.
Cause, I mean, I like Avril, think she's a very good singer w/decent songs, and is kinda (okay, maybe more than kinda) hot, but I thought this song? Eh.
Now, it is not just in my head (cause some songs I don't like at all have gotten stuck in my head for days at a time), but I find myself singing and dancing to it. (for me-dancing imagery? just think that episode of Angel at the party w/Cordy's friends, the imaginary sequence. Then shrink him and make him much less cool-looking. There ya go.) Even when, like now, it is not on.
It's . . it's . . delicious . . . addictive . . . it's the motherfucking princess! Aaaaah!
Rainbow's End. We are there. |
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