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When I first described Jamie Foxx‘s “Blame It (On the Alcohol)” as a date rape jam, I lamented that the song didn’t allow Foxx’s female target on the dance floor any input into the situation. “But what about the woman in the song?” I asked. “Of course, no holla back joint has dropped from Foxx’s fictional honey, so we can’t tell what she’s really thinking.”
But I think I’ve found her! And she is Lady Gaga. In extreme boozin’ song “Just Dance,” Gaga declares:
“I’ve had a little bit too much, much.”
“Where are my keys? I lost my phone.”
“What’s going on on the floor?”
“I can’t see straight anymore.”
“What’s the name of this club?”
“How’d I turn my shirt inside out?”
Anyway, Lady Gaga is wasted. So what does she want to do now?:
Just dance, gonna be okay, da da doo-doo-mmm Just dance, spin that record babe, da da doo-doo-mmm
Cool, whatever. Just dance, Lady. But goddamnit, here comes up-and-coming R&B artist Colby O’Donis:
Shawty I can see that you got so much energy The way you’re twirlin’ up them hips ’round and ’round And now there’s no reason at all why you can’t leave here with me In the meantime stay and let me watch you break it down
Typical. Gaga just wants to dance! “Just,” as in “only the dancing,” is even in the title of the song. Colby O wants her to dance into his pants—-and there’s “no reason at all” why that shouldn’t happen. Here’s one reason: She can’t figure out how her shirt got turned inside out.
Unfortunately, I can’t figure out how this one ends because the lyrics then descend into incomprehensibility. Most agree that Gaga is saying “Spend the last dough / In your pocko” in the end there, but one interpretation offers a much more chilling ending: “It’s been molesto / I got it / And your popped coll.”
Molesto . . . Popped collar . . . AHHHHHHHHHH!