Toby Keith - I’m just talkin’ about tonight
“I’m not talking 'bout hooking up and hanging out…
I’m just talking 'bout tonight.”
Something about the tender love ballad Lorraine, by Bad Manners, warms the cockles of my heart.
(“When I find her, I’m gonna kill her…”—but it all ends happily)
Strokin’!
The lyric is a blatantly obvious reference to two Cole Porter songs “Let’s Misbehave” and “Let’s Do It.” Neither is a love song: they are sex songs.
The Smiths - “Girlfriend in a Coma” - “There were times when I could have strangled her.”
Of course, roughly 90% of The Smiths songs could fit this category.
Richard and Linda Thompson, "“I’ll regret it all in the morning.”
Poison - Every Rose Has Its Thorn. Because it’s Bret Michaels.
50 Cent - 21 Questions. Best line:
“I love you like a fat kid loves cake”
How about Possum Kingdom by the Toadies? I do think of it as romantic in a kind of vampiric way (no, I don’t read Twilight damnit!!!) but for some it might be creepy.
For a song that’s meant to be a love song, from Brad Paisley “Ticks”
“Cause I’d like to see you out in the moonlight
I’d like to kiss you way back in the sticks
I’d like to walk through a field of wildflowers
And I’d like to check you for ticks”
Back That Ass Up?
Richard Thompson explores a similar theme in the song “Read About Love”. Sample lyric:
When I touch you there it’s supposed to feel nice.
That’s what it said in Reader’s Advice.
I can’t decide if NIN’s “Closer” (I want to fck you like an animal*) is disturbing or totally sexy.
From : “Fifty Million Frenchmen, 1929”
(Cole Porter)
Now, before this modern idea had burst
About the women and children first,
The men had much more charm than they have today.
And if only one of that type survived,
The very moment that he arrived,
I know I’d fall in love in a great big way.
I can’t imagine being bad
With any Arrow collar ad,
Nor could I take the slightest joy
In waking up a college boy.
I’ve no desire to be alone
With Rudy Vallee’s megaphone,
So when I’m saying my prayers, I say:
Find me a primitive man,
Built on a primitive plan.
Someone with vigor and vim.
I don’t mean a kind that belongs to a club,
But the kind that has a club that belongs to him.
I could be the personal slave
Of someone just out of a cave.
The only man who’ll ever win me
Has gotta wake up the gypsy in me,
Find me a primitive man,
Find me a primitive man.
Totally sexy. Though not romantic.
In fairness, he is sweet-talking her BEFORE getting shitfaced, too.
On the flip side, there’s the Tubes’ “Don’t Touch Me There”:
*The smell of burning leather
as we hold each other tight
As our rivets rub together
flashing sparks into the night
At this moment of surrender darling
if you really care
Don’t touch me there
I will give my love forever
if you promise me you’ll
never never never touch me there
Don’t touch me there