Songs of female desire come in many varied flavours (wish-fulfillment on the part of male writers?), but songs that deal with male desire tend to adopt one of two forms:
- Baby, Grab Hold Of Something, ‘Cos Here I Come
- You Are My Moon, My Stars, My Everything But Actual Physical Contact
Where’s the humour? Why is female desire fun, while male desire is either sociopathic or wet, wet, wet? I find there are many states between these two extremes, and I think other males do too – not that any of them are prepared to talk about it.
So I offer up a fun little song, on a subject I haven’t seen treated in the past: it’s the I-can’t-concentrate-during-my-day-job-because-of-last-night-you-little-minx number. Some old-fashioned songwriter features I hope you’ll enjoy:
- the workplace could be practically anybody’s
- the relationship herein could be hetero or same-sex.
- the venerable use of scatting as a euphemism.
Of course, the ultimate test of a song of this type would be if a woman wanted to sing it …
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