Saturday, July 21, 2012

A Bad Booty Call

I love me some country music, and love me some Kenny Chesney.  What I do not love are blatant booty calls masquerading as romantic love songs.  Case in point:  Kenny Chesney's current single, "Come Over."  Before I even look this up, I'm going to make the bold assumption that I bet this song was written by men because no woman would ever feel this way.


... writer takes 2 seconds to verify male songwriters' identities...


Shane L McAnally, Josh Osborne,& Sam Hunt... yep, a group of men.  


Shame on you!  Only a group of male writers would see it as a romantic gesture to miss a woman enough to ask her to "come over" but not have to miss each other or "say forever."  News flash men- we want you to say all those things... and mean them!  Read these lyrics for yourself and see if you don't agree.




"Come Over"

I turn the TV off, to turn it on again
Staring at the blades of the fan as it spins around 
Counting every crack, the clock is wide awake 
Talking to myself, anything to make a sound 

I told you I wouldn’t call, I told you I wouldn’t care 
But baby climbing the walls gets me nowhere 
I don’t think that I can take this bed getting any colder 
Come over, come over, come over, come over, come over 

You can say we’re done the way you always do 
It’s easier to lie to me than to yourself 
Forget about your friends, you know they’re gonna say 
We’re bad for each other, but we ain’t good for anyone else 

I told you I wouldn’t call, I told you I wouldn’t care 
But baby climbing the walls gets me nowhere 
I don’t think that I can take this bed getting any colder 
Come over, come over, come over, come over, come over 

We don’t have to miss each other, come over 
We don’t have to fix each other, come over 
We don’t have to say forever, come over 
You don’t have to stay forever, come over 

I told you I wouldn’t call, I told you I wouldn’t care 
But baby climbing the walls gets me nowhere 
I don’t think that I can take this bed getting any colder 
Come over, come over, come over, come over, come over 

Come over, come over, come over, come over, come over. 
Come over, come over, come over, come over, come over. 

Why would a woman ever be persuaded to "come over" when you've already said up front that you're not going to make any promises or tell her what she wants to hear.  Who falls for this just because neither of you "can take this bed getting any colder?"

No woman would ever offer these things, lest she sound completely desperate! But apparently, it's sexy for the man to to ask these things.  And yet here we are, swooning over Kenny's latest offering, written into a power ballad format in the same vein as "Somewhere With You," another gut-wrenching emotional song about missing someone.  

At least with the most famous of the country ballad booty calls, Need You Now, it seems that both parties are well aware of their arrangement.  In "Come Over" it's left totally one-sided, and I for one, cannot condone the side that's been taken.

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