I tossed around a few ideas to the Lady for this entry [Paramore, Eric Prydz] but when you love and live with a woman for almost four years, there are no secrets. There is nothing you can hide from her.
“Oh no,” she said, “I know what your guilty pleasure song is.”
Okay, like, see…come on, now. Let’s look at the ingredients that go into this song, and why that makes it work for me.
- Relic of my youth brought forth into contemporary relevance? Check!
- Songcraft so meticulous and soulless it can’t possibly be denied [I don’t care what anybody says, Ne-Yo write the hell out of a song] Check!
- Ludicrous lyrical content? Check!
Look, there’s so much awful in this song, it goes back around the bend again and becomes awesome. Some female empowerment for the ladies [you ain’t gotta stay home because he didn’t call you!] and some doggery for the grown men in the room [hell yes I’ll pretend to be your man tonight. And accept all the benefits awarded therewith]. How is ‘I’ll be your boyfriend til the song goes off’ any worse than ‘Don’t leave your girl ’round me, true player for real, ask Puff Daddy’? It’s not, damn it.
You know, what? Screw you guys. This song is awesome.
Seriously, though, what’s Jonathan Knight doing in the bathroom with her? Are they unisex? That should have been established.