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So.

Here's another bewildered Mlle R entry regarding today's popular music.

[Note: To see past bewilderment, please click here or here.]

I'm sure you have all heard the (new?) song by Nelly, which this time I know who the singer is but not the song title. Sorry about that.

You should be proud that I know the singer. You can't expect too much of me in the area of popular music. I'm just not up with all of that.

Anyway, getting back to this particular song, this is what I have to say:

Has anyone else noticed how unbelievably, mind-numbingly, bowel-movingly stupid this song is?

Just in case you don't know which song I'm referring to, here are the specific phrases that seem to paralyze me in a haze of dumb:

Nelly, in an embarrassing, pleading tone, invoking memories of high school boys trying to hide the fact that they aren't getting any wearing way too much cologne in an attempt to show sophistication emitting clouds of general, all-around sexually-related desperation: It's getting hot in here/So take off all your clothes.

Random, breathless girl of the heaving-bosom variety, which do not actually exist in real life, except to date and/or marry a)Nelly, b)nondescript athletes, or, for some reason c)those guys who are a part of underground street racing: I am getting so hot/I will take my clothes off.

[Again, as always, I tried to get the lyrics as close as possible but they're really paraphrased. I don't carry a notebook around to record insipid lyrics.]

Babies, I can't believe how far we've degenerated in the general area of lyric composition. This entire song reminds me of a (very slightly) more sophisticated, hastily rewritten version of that There's a place in France/Where the naked ladies dance song we used to sing in first grade.

(Speaking of which, if you used to sing that song, I'd love to hear what the rest of the lyrics were in your particular area of the world. Cause the rest of the lyrics I was provided as a little one are just bizarre. Even for that song.)

All in all, I'm certainly not the most mature individual on the planet. Oh my good moley, no. But really, even I'm taken aback by how little thought obviously went into this ditty. What has become of clever double entendres, shady lyrical disguises, off-color symbolism? Have we fallen so far since Sugar Walls, people?

Geez.

-Mlle R