Category Archives: Snotty Responses to Song Lyrics

“Girl, I can make you feel okay.” – Love Gun

Well, we’ve still got several other applicants coming in later this afternoon, but we have your resume, and we’ll definitely be in touch soon either way.

“She’s blood, flesh and bone
No tucks or silicone    [none yr damn business, tho]
She’s touch, smell, sight, taste and sound

But somehow I can’t believe
That anything should happen
I know where I belong    [whoa there, guy]
And nothing’s gonna happen    [agreed]
Yeah, yeah

‘Cause she’s so high
High above me, she’s so lovely
She’s so high    [o yeah?]
Like Cleopatra, Joan of Arc, or Aphrodite   [died horribly, died horribly, imaginary]
She’s so high, high above me”

I like your father’s work, and everything, but damn. These are not the lyrics of a man who has healthy relationships with she-people.

Okay, so:

A. no it isn’t; at least, I’ve never done so before and don’t particularly intend to start doing so now

B. LynSkyn rolls pretty deep. I never knew that.

“You don’t know how it feels
You don’t know how it feels to be me.”

Indeed I do not, Tom.

“Okay, so you’re a rocket scientist. That don’t impress me much.”

… does it not? 

Really?

Huh.

It seems you and I assign value quite differently, Ms. Twain.

Bonus:

“You don’t have to worry ’cause you have no money / People on the river are happy to give”

At which point the Southern Waterway Tourism Board decided, as one, to fire CCR as its spokesband.

“I didn’t mean to treat you so bad / You shouldn’t take it so personal
I didn’t mean to make you so sad / You just happened to be there, that’s all.”

Oh… okay, Bob. That just makes it alright, then. Thanks so much.