Thoughts in my head and how I look at this situation:
(some oldies that have already been said)
I know this song can be very very sexy and has intentional dark sarcasm BUT
And this, come on guys, admit it: The only way to define this relationship is as a STALKER one. You don't have to say or confess any love, but you can at least admit you guys ARE STALKERS
AND
With you guys all on the same week and same show, I definitely feel: what is going on? I think it is creepy. You have succeeded in making me feel like my life is in danger. In this time, I admit, I don't feel as tough as I usually do. I'm not going to be singing along with Travis Tritt, "10 feet tall and bullet proof," (I really do think that way often though)
You are more violently and physically superior.
Bertha has left the building:
I'm hearing you; I'm hearing you. At this point in time, I am anorexic to the literal Kanye and am remaining negligent to his current drama. I can't put up with any of his Prince fits either, but with just the lyrics, I hear you loud and clear:
Kelly, I'm not sure what to think of you. You could either perceive me as Pamela Anderson in wanting to pursuade me to stay watching the show, or you may be trying to run me off as well. I don't know what your intentions are of keeping me informed of some of the predators. I feel the need to stay informed. Because of how Jim comes off, he is the type of enemy that you just don't have to keep that close. He knows who he is. The other guys? Maybe you want curiousity to kill the cat or purposefully doom me. Keeping my eyes opened. How could I be any more damned than I am now?
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