||[02 Nov 2005|12:27pm]
I don't know how widespread this particular eurotrash pophit is, but Akcent's "Kylie" gives me the fucking creeps. They call it a tribute to Kylie Minogue, a woman currently recovering from breast cancer, but I find the contents of the tune highly stalkerish. Yeah, she's hot, and I don't doubt that she features in the wet dreams of boys and girls alike, but dear (Romanian?) Akcent, what the fuck were you thinking?
Kylie, give me just a chance, let's go have a damn dance
We can get into the groove, I can watch you move
Later you can sing to me like a shining star
But I'd rather do you on the backseat of my car
You drive me crazy
You slowly drive me crazy
Think about you baby
Can't get you out of my mind
I should be lucky
I should be so lucky
I should be lucky to sleep with you tonight
I don't need to know what you do when you're alone in front of that poster of her's, the whole song's way TMFI. Celebrity or not, I can't even begin to imagine how it would feel to have someone's masturbatory fantasies about you broadcast on the radiowaves for millions of people to hear. Ick.