It must be hard for pop songwriters. Having to plumb the depths of metaphor, to strive for something new and original in a genre that has been pumped, sampled and autotuned to hell/Ke$ha and beyond - to find imaginative and different ways to say 'I'm having fun in the club, DJ play my song, on the floor etc. etc.' ad nauseam. Perhaps that's why artists have taken to increasingly abstract themes in a bid to make their songs more interesting. Bruno Mars is blowing himself up for his evil girlfriend (he'd catch a grenade for ya), Katy Perry is getting it on with aliens in E.T. (Kanye West really knows how to woo the ladies: 'Pockets on Shrek, rockets on deck, tell me what’s next, alien sex. I’mma disrobe you, than I’mma probe you, see I abducted you, so I tell ya what to do') and Enrique Iglesias, well. He's a man of complex subtlety."Please excuse I don't mean to be rude, but tonight I'm fucking you."
And they say chivalry is dead.
Boy, when you put on
Those marigolds
You know you set my soul on fire
Just the thought of you
Cleaning the kitchen
It’s like a hurricane of desire
(Chorus)
Oh baby baby yeah
Let’s get antibacterial
I want your, I want your
Fast-acting grease-removing love
Yeah that’s right
Make it hot
Oops I think you missed a spot
I want your, I want your
Fast-acting grease-removing love
See, my hob, yeah
It’s really dirty from that time when I cooked rice (oooooh rice yeah)
So baby, get the Fairy out
I think that it needs a scour
You and me can clean for hours
And boy, my microwave
It’s got some
Weird mouldy shit on it
Think I need another hit
Of your fast-acting grease-removing love
Oh baby baby yeah
Let’s get antibacterial
I want your, I want your
Fast-acting grease-removing love
Yeah that’s right
Make it hot
Oops I think you missed a spot
I want your, I want your
Fast-acting grease-removing love
