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Love songs are where we get our passion, our soul — and most of our worst ideas.

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Throughout human history, oceans have been crossed, mountains accept been scaled, and keen families take blossomed — all because of a few simple chords and a melody that inflamed a center and propelled it on a noble, romantic mission.

On the other hand, that fourth dimension you told that daughter you just started seeing that yous would "catch a grenade" for her? You did that because of a love song. And it wasn't exactly a coincidence that she suddenly decided to "lose your number" and move back to Milwaukee to "figure some stuff out."

"It's simply, my mom. You know? And 50.A. is and then hot in the summer. And yeah, my mom." Photo via iStock.

That fourth dimension you held that boom box over your head outside your ex's house? You did that because of a love song. And 50 hours of customs service after, you lot're still not back together.

Love songs are great. They make our hearts beat faster. They inspire us to take risks and put our feelings on the line. And they give united states terrible, terrible ideas almost how actual, real-life human relationships should work.

They're amazing. So amazing. And also terrible.

Here are six beloved songs that audio romantic simply aren't, and one song that doesn't sound romantic merely totally is:

1. "God Only Knows," past The Beach Boys

You lot can keep your "Surfin' Safaris," your "I Become Arounds," and your "Help me Rhondas."

When it comes to The Beach Boys, "God Merely Knows" is where information technology's at. A lush garden of soft horns and breezy melody. A necktie-dye swirl of sound. A landscape of haunted innocence with some of the most heartrending lyrics always committed to the dorsum of a surfboard.

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Here'south why it sounds romantic:

I may not always love y'all

But long as there are stars higher up you

You lot never need to doubt information technology

I'll make you and so sure nigh information technology

God only knows what I'd exist without you lot

If y'all're traipsing through a meadow in a sundress with your love and non playing "God Only Knows" on your iPod, you should actually terminate and start over.

If you're lazily bumping a beach ball over a volleyball internet and "God Merely Knows" isn't playing somewhere in the back of your mind, you need to rethink the choices that got yous to this point.

If you lot're a video editor compiling footage of grainy hippies frolicking in the mud and you're non underscoring it with the opening chords of "God Merely Knows," you are doing it wrong.

Hippies, likely on their style to a mud frolic. Photo by Colin Davey/Getty Images.

It's a vocal that merely feels like love. Pure dearest. Young love. Dearest with a arctic, kelp-y vibe.

What could be wrong with that?

Here's why it's really really, really unromantic:

At that place's zilch wrong with loving someone. Sending them flowers. Leaving over-the-top notes in their P.O. boxes. Stroking their hair as they fall asleep while you whisper the complete works of Nicholas Sparks into their ear.

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But there is such a thing as loving someone a skosh too much.

If you should ever leave me

Though life would all the same get on believe me

The world could show nothing to me

So what skillful would living exercise me?

Look, I get information technology. Breakups suck. There's no getting around that. But skillful God.

In that location's a huge divergence betwixt saying: "Hey babe, yous are my first and foremost everything and I'll be bummed if you go." And saying: "Welp, you accepted that task in Seattle, and then I'm simply gonna chug a bunch of nightshade and call information technology a life."

Only that's pretty much the gist here. Which makes this line...

God only knows what I'd be without yous

...horror-motion-picture show creepy. Considering the answer, apparently, is: "I'd be a corpse!"

Ah well. We had a expert run. Photograph via iStock.

That's not love. That'south codependency (to put it mildly). Oh, and hey! Threatening to kill yourself if your partner leaves isn't loving. It's a form of emotional abuse.

Investing all your happiness and sense of self-worth in whatsoever human relationship — one that, by definition, might one day end — is putting a lot of eggs in one basket. Sure, God may just know what yous'd be without her, just God probably also hopes y'all have, I don't know, some hobbies. Take a yoga class. Google some woodworking videos. Try kite surfing.

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One person cannot be anyone'due south be-all and end-all. It'southward besides stressful. And it prevents yous from doing you, which is a matter that's gotta be done before yous can practise anything else.

No wonder she took that chore in Seattle.

two. "Treasure," by Bruno Mars

Sure, it's a blatant rip off of every Michael Jackson song yous've e'er heard. But, we don't take Michael Jackson anymore, and as tribute acts go, you could exercise a lot worse than Bruno Mars.

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Hither's why the song sounds romantic:

Treasure, that is what you are

Honey, you're my golden star

You know yous can make my wish come up true

If you let me treasure you

If you permit me treasure you

Pass those lyrics to anyone on a used napkin at an eighth-form make-out party and you'll likely go an instant price pass on the highway to tongue-boondocks (ew).

Pass them to your spouse and, chances are, date night is going to culminate in 47 minutes of chaste-nonetheless-passionate frenching.

Pass them to a cop who pulls y'all over for running a stop sign, and they will think you're weird — but probably still make out with y'all.

In fact, Bruno Mars basically has a lifetime pass to make out with America because of this song.

This is what happens when you write "Treasure" and yous're on stage with Michelle Obama. Photo past Mandel Ngan/Getty Images.

And I'm OK with that.

Just, hither's why "Treasure" isn't equally romantic as it seems:

Everything about "Treasure" is retro. Everything.

Including its attitudes about gender.

"Children, have I e'er told you what I shouted at your female parent on the street the offset time we met?" Photo by Jacobsen/Getty Images.

Things start to go south correct from the very first:

Give me your, give me your, give me your attention, baby

I gotta tell y'all a little something about yourself

Ah yes. Zippo screams "respect" quite like a man lecturing a strange woman on the street about something she "doesn't know most herself."

What could it be? Could it be that her jokes are funny? Could information technology be that she's got something in her teeth? Could information technology exist that her nonfiction volume near early mod German history is extremely detailed and informative?

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Spoiler Alert: It's none of those.

You're wonderful, flawless, ooh, y'all're a sexy lady

Merely yous walk around here similar you lot wanna be someone else

Oh. It's that she'due south sexy. Cool, bro. Very original.

Word of communication? Regardless of how she's walking, the lady knows she's sexy. Even if she doesn't, it really doesn't affect her solar day-to-day so much that yous, a consummate stranger, need to shout it at her (even over a funky disco snare).

And so what if she does want to exist someone else? I'd love to exist someone else! I think being Ryan Gosling would be quite nice. A expert manner to spend a three-day weekend.

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And so later, of course, the narrator tin't assistance himself:

Pretty girl, pretty daughter, pretty girl, you lot should be smiling

A girl similar y'all should never look so blue.

He respects her so much, he'southward actually direct-upward telling her to smiling! Much like Mars' character "Uptown Funk," who appears to get off on angrily exhorting girls to "hit [their] hallelujah." Which, you know, I judge everybody's got a thing.

Yes, in the world of "Treasure," a salubrious human relationship is an unending stream of a human complimenting a strange adult female and said woman beingness then totally flattered that she immediately dispenses "the sex activity."

He then proceeds to talk to his potential lover like the world's creepiest pirate:

You are my treasure, you are my treasure

You lot are my treasure, yeah, you, yous, you, you are

You are my treasure, y'all are my treasure

You are my treasure, yeah, you lot, you, you, yous are

By this indicate, in his listen, she's a literal thing. An object. Which is fitting.

I suppose it could be worse, though. At least she's not just any thing.

GIF from "The Two Towers."

That's ... something, right?

3. "Don't Think Twice, It'south All Right," past Bob Dylan

For as long as humans have been dating each other, humans have been breaking upwards with each other. And "Don't Think Twice" is a portrait of a relationship going down in flames. Glorious, poetic, audio-visual flames.

Bob Dylan, a guy who is good at writing songs that a lot of people like. Photograph by William Lovelace/Getty Images.

Here's why information technology sounds romantic:

Well, it own't no use to sit and wonder why, babe

Even you lot don't know past now

And information technology ain't no utilise to sit down and wonder why, babe

It'll never do somehow

When your rooster crows at the break of dawn

Look out your window, and I'll be gone

You're the reason I'yard a-traveling on

Just don't think twice, information technology's all right.

Boom. Strummed on out of that friends-with-benefits situation similar whoa.

"Don't Think Twice" is a raw song. An honest vocal. A powerful song. It's the song your older sister played on continuous loop for 6 months after her boyfriend left for college. The song that convinced your Aunt Roslyn to go out her banking company-teller job, load her four Australian shepherds into the van, and open a wind chinkle store in Mendocino. The song your friend's absurd dad always wants to play when he invited your high schoolhouse ring over to his flat to jam.

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Sure, it'south nigh the end of a relationship, simply it sounds romantic. And at the end of the twenty-four hour period, shouldn't that be enough?

Here's why information technology's actually sooooo messed upwardly:

Relationships end. For a lot of reasons. And while there is no right manner to call it quits with someone, when the grit settles, both parties tin can certainly benefit from a difficult, honest word most what went incorrect.

It'southward not me, Joan. It's you. 100% y'all. Photo by Rowland Scherman/Getty Images.

In "Don't Think Twice," that discussion basically boils down to: "It's your fault."

Permit'southward review the reasons the dude in "Don't Call back Twice" is splitting with his lady friend:

I gave her my heart, but she wanted my soul

Ugh, women, right? Yous're all like, "Babe, I just have and so much unspecified dearest to give," and she's like, "Take out the trash!" And you're like, "But baaaaaaabe, shouldn't my heart be enough?" And she'due south like, "No, seriously. I already did the laundry, cleaned the whole house, fed the domestic dog, did the dishes, and made both of our lunches for the calendar week. All I demand you to do is take out the trash." And you're like, "You're bumming me out. I'm gonna get play guitar." And then she gets all mad! What did y'all practise? Why is she trying to change you? UGH!

You could have done ameliorate, simply I don't mind

Yes. Y'all do mind! You mind! You lot wrote a vocal about it, you passive-aggressive prick.

You just kinda wasted my precious time

Ah yep. Your time is so precious! Think about all the hours you wasted plumbing the bounding main-deep, ecstatic mysteries of man partnership when you could accept been futzing around with that dwelling house-brew kit.

Yes, this was worth it. Photo by Bill Bradford/Flickr.

The infinitesimal you commencement breaking information technology down, the bulletin of "Don't Call back Twice" all of a sudden starts to seem a lot less romantic. Like your sister'south ex-boyfriend, who worked at the Bass Pro Shop in town for a while and at present might exist in jail. Like your aunt's wind chime shop, which would have airtight forever ago had she not received that inheritance from her mom in the '80s. Similar your friend's cool dad, who wasn't exactly, technically, paying kid support.

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Oh yep, and the song's narrator also bespeak-blank refers woman he's leaving as:

A child, I'm told

That'south right. In improver to being a run-of-the-mill passive-aggressive jerk — turns out, he's as well possibly a pedophile.

Even if we are to accept that this is a metaphor and she's not actually a child — which there's no indication it is, but OK, Bob Dylan — the fact that Commitmentphobe Gunderson here would willingly choose an immature partner reflects way more poorly on him than it does on her.

Breaking up with anyone in such a barbarous, dismissive way is a recipe for sticking them with years of therapy bills.

Which, I suppose, may exist the point.

4. "Leaving on a Jet Plane," by John Denver

Who has two thumbs and wrote a bittersweet folk vocal nearly hurtling through the stratosphere in a giant aluminum tube at 600 miles per 60 minutes?

This guy. Photo by Hughes Television Network/Wikimedia Eatables.

Hither'south why it sounds romantic:

"Leaving on a Jet Plane" is a lovely vocal. And impressive in its loveliness because jet planes were even so kind of new at the fourth dimension it was written.

'Cause I'thou leavin' on a jet plane

To a modern ear, this would be sort of similar singing, "I'one thousand a scoooting away on my hoverboooooard," simply in a style that's somehow still folksy and heartbreaking and singable by ix-year-olds at summer camp. Not easy to exercise!

Oh babe, I detest to go

Y'all see — he hates to go! He merely hates it! Nosotros know this, because he tells usa he hates it. And why would he hate to go if he didn't love his partner just that much?

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Why indeed?

Here's why it's actually not that romantic at all:

All the plaintive guitar, loping bass line, and twangy, melancholy warbling in the world can merely distract so much from the fact that the song's chief character is well, kind of a jerkweed.

And in reality — surprise surprise! — information technology doesn't really seem like he hates being away all that much:

There'southward so many times I've allow you downwardly

And then many times I've played around

I tell you now, they don't hateful a thing

"Babe, I promise! All the movies I watched alone while you lot were dwelling house nursing the quadruplets. All the times I drained our life savings on Zoo Zillionaire. All the random sexual practice I had with other women. Totally meaningless. Certainly fun to do! Really fun. Like, I had a fantastic time. But residuum bodacious — completely empty, in an ontological sense."

"Every bit empty as this bed I just finished having sexual activity with someone else in." Photo via iStock.

Yeah, when you interruption it down, "Leaving on a Jet Airplane," is less of a passionate tribute to love overcoming distance and more the deluded ramblings of a guy who needs to convince himself he'due south "practiced" despite all evidence to the contrary.

And for all he claims to be broken up near having to part from his one and only, the dude seems pretty excited about the flight. Oh, you're leaving on a jet airplane, are you? Are you Zone one? Gonna humblebrag on Twitter about the "terrible" Cibo express salad you were forced to choke down equally y'all saturday waiting to embark on your fun, mysterious run a risk?

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He continues:

Ev'ry place I go, I'll call back of you

Ev'ry song I sing, I'll sing for yous

Ah cool. He'll think about her while strumming and making "my beloved is delicate as the morning dew" optics at a waif-y grad student in the front row. That pretty much makes up for it all.

Then he demands:

And then buss me and smile for me

Tell me that you'll expect for me

After all the betrayal and heartbreak, after basically revealing himself to exist a grade-A sleaze who can't be trusted, he still has the gall to tell her to await? To expect for him?

And here'south the kicker:

When I come up dorsum, I'll bring your nuptials ring

Ah yes. He'll put a band on it. Finally.

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Unlike all the previous trips, where he's cheated a billion times, drained the family bank account, and just been a general screwup and disappointment.

But yeah. This time he says he'll bring back a nuptials ring.

I hope she joins a polyamorous octad and never looks dorsum.

5. "When a Man Loves a Adult female," Percy Sledge

When you look up "soul" in the lexicon, the book plays y'all a recording of this song.

Percy Sledge, having a few thoughts. Photograph by Cistron Pugh/Flickr.

Specifically, information technology plays you the very get-go line.

Here's why it sound very romantic:

When a man loves a adult female

Certain, you can write the lyrics down, but it doesn't even come close to capturing the heartache. The yearning. The delicious, succulent hurting-belting:

WHEN A Man LOVES A Adult female

Closer ... simply still no.

WHEN A MAAAAAAAN. LOVES A WOOOMAN!

Yes! Sing it, Percy Sledge!

It's an elemental lyric.

It's a heart-shattering lyric.

It's a lyric that demands you put your back into it.

It's perfection.

As long as yous don't go on listening.

Hither's why the song is really pretty horrifying:

From the opening lines of "When a Human being Loves a Woman," we know that, at to the lowest degree on occasion, a homo loves a woman.

Which raises the question: What happens when said human being loves said woman?

He'd give up all his comforts

And sleep out in the pelting

If she said that'southward the way

It ought to exist.

Whoa! OK. No. Dorsum up. A man, no thing how devoted, no thing how selfless, no matter how in dearest, needs shelter. Otherwise, a man will die of exposure and hypothermia.

Plough his back on his best friend if he put her down.

No! Jeez. No. A man tin't put upwards with that kind of isolating behavior. A homo needs friends! Once a man'southward whole support organization erodes out from nether him, a human being will be bitter, ungrounded, and alone. And a man'due south mental health will deteriorate.

I gave you everything I have

Tryin' to hold on to your heartless beloved

Babe, please don't treat me bad.

This is not what happens "when a man loves a woman." It's what happens when a homo loves a decision-making, manipulative woman. An abusive woman. A adult female who, in truth, but loves a woman. Herself.

"It's Chris or me." Photo past geralt/Pixabay.

And that's non salubrious.

Run, Percy Sledge, run! We're here for you.

(Side note: Lest it go unsaid, at that place is way more than one style for a human to love a woman. Mayhap they spend every waking moment cuddling and bopping each other on the nose. Maybe they slumber in divide bedrooms. Perchance they dress up in large, plush cat costumes and refer to each other Mr. and Mrs. Kittyhawk. And when a man loves a human, I imagine it feels much the same. Or when a woman loves a woman. Or when a gender nonconforming person loves a gender nonconforming person.)

Regardless of the depth of delivery, living situation, or combination of genders or sexual orientations, there'southward no ane-size-fits-all love solution. Every relationship is a unique snowflake. Diverseness is the spice of life. Necessity is the mother of invention. At that place'south more than 1 way to skin a cat. A spoonful of sugar helps the medicine become down.

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Betoken being: Generalize at your peril, Sledge. And please, seek assistance! You can do this! And if you ever notice yourself in a similar situation, please requite these people a call.

half dozen. "All I Wanna Practice is Make Dearest to You," Eye

Honestly, Heart could sing a list of the most popular AllRecipes ("Jaaaamie'due south Cranberry Spinach Saaaaalad/World's Best Lasaaaaagna/Sour Creeeeeam Cutouts") and it would make me want to bawl my eyes out in the artillery of a alpine, dark stranger at the end of a pier.

This vocal is perfect. Y'all should always be listening to it. If you lot're non listening to information technology at present, smack yourself in the face up and Google it. It's just that important.

I am singing the phone volume. Y'all are weeping like a tiny baby. Photo past FatCat125/Wikimedia Commons.

So much passion. So much pain. So much hair.

Here's why it sounds romantic:

Over pounding drums and a soaring melody, Heart sisters Nancy and Ann Wilson evangelize a primal tribute to the one truthful romantic fantasy shared past every living being on World: picking up an unnervingly attractive man for 1 night of mind-blowing sexual practice and so releasing him back into the wild to os — merely never quite equally compellingly ever again.

They sing:

It was a rainy night when he came into sight

Standing by the road, no umbrella, no coat

So I pulled upward alongside and I offered him a ride

He accepted with a smiling and then we collection for a while

I don't have to go on because you lot know what happens next, and it'southward awesome.

"I just sit down in this cabin. Counting the days since. Counting ... the ... days." Photo past Rene Asmussen/Pexels.

Now, here's why this vocal is not romantic at all:

The relationship in "All I Wanna Exercise" seems as well good to exist true. And it is. Because information technology's not an equally loving ,or even every bit lusty, pairing at all.

It'southward a...

Well. You know what it is:

Adept at recognizing no-win situations and delicious with lemon?! Photo past Pikawil/Flickr.

For a while, things are humming forth just fine, like whatever wholesome, illicit, bearding matter should:

I didn't inquire him his name, this lone boy in the rain

Fate, tell me information technology's right, is this love at start sight?

Sure, many of us might hesitate to option up a strange leather-jacket-clad homo standing on the side of the road for a no-strings-fastened spiral, but our narrator merely has a feeling nigh this guy, and sometimes, you gotta become with your gut.

I tin can respect that.

We made magic that night

He did everything correct

Great! Seems like information technology was a good decision. Bonking the hitchhiker is payin' off big time.

Simply then, without warning, the song starts to audio less like an all-time smashing romance and more like a story men's rights activists tell each other as they vape around a campfire:

I told him "I am the flower, you are the seed

We walked in the garden, nosotros planted a tree

Don't try to find me, please don't y'all cartel

Simply live in my memory, you lot'll ever be at that place"

I'm not a poet. Symbolic language ofttimes eludes me. But unless "bloom," "seed," "garden," and "tree," suddenly mean wildly dissimilar things in the context of homo reproduction than they have since sex activity was first invented in the early-1970s, we're talking near a surprise, not-mutually-consensual pregnancy!

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Of course, metaphors are opaque, interpretations vary, etc., etc., etc. You might be tempted to recollect, "Peradventure Heart meant something else by that."

To that I say, no, they definitely meant it:

Then it happened one day

We came round the same manner

You tin imagine his surprise

When he saw his own optics

At that place are two possibilities here.

One: The narrator of the song is recently-deceased Jerry Orbach from this creepy New York City subway advertising from nine years ago:

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Or two: She totally conned a dude into whipping up a infant on the sly.

I said, "Please, delight empathize

Ah, sure. Yeah. No worries.

I'thousand in honey with another man

Cool, so this all makes sense and is in no fashion the nightmarish scheme of a deranged sociopath who has now wrecked not ane but ii lives.

And what he couldn't give me, oh, no

Was the one little affair that you lot can"

A HUMAN LIFE! A Real SENTIENT Homo LIFE THAT IS Not INCIDENTAL TO ALL OF THIS!

The all-time yous tin say about that is that it'southward not technically illegal, and that leather-jacket man probably should have been responsible for his own birth control. Or, at the very least, asked more questions .

But ... it'due south not cute. It's not romantic (even the Wilson sisters themselves agree).

And at the end of the day, the shadiest character in this song is somehow not the rain-soaked hitchhiker wandering to nowhere in the nighttime.

Which... is saying something.

Merely there is a beloved song that is truly, madly, deeply perfect. An unassailable track in a body of water of problematic faves.

A song that does everything correct.

A song that paints a portrait of a good for you partnership built to terminal.

A song that tin double equally a manual for the ideal human romantic relationship.

And that song is...

"Candy Shop," by l Cent, featuring Olivia

Here'south why you might be — OK, near definitely are — skeptical:

50 Cent (L) and that guy. You know, that guy? That guy! Photograph past Ethan Miller/Getty Images.

Every bit catchy as "Candy Store" is, as fun it is to trip the light fantastic to, and as cathartic as information technology can be to scream in the middle of a crowded fraternity house at ii a.chiliad., in that location's no getting around the fact that the song begins similar this:

I'll take you lot to the processed shop

I'll let you lick the lollipop

I'll mail service that again, in case you missed some of the dash:

I'll take you to the processed shop

I'll permit you lick the lollipop

Way to have one for the squad, narrator of "Candy Shop"!

At outset glance, "Candy Shop" is nobody'due south idea of a classic beloved song.

The lyrics are ... unusually forward. The beat is kinda basic. The hook is similar the music they play when Abu Nazir sidles scarily past in "Homeland."

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It doesn't get played much anymore. When it does resurface, it feels ... kinda dated. Similar watching that DVD of "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire" on your new Xbox 360.

It's not a song y'all'd put on a mixtape for your vanquish. It's not a song you'd play for your spouse when the kids are at habitation with the babysitter and you've got nine hours to tear upward the Piscataway Hampton Inn. It's certainly non a song y'all'd include on the video photo montage y'all made for your grandparents' silver ceremony.

It'due south just non.

Just it should be.

So hither it is. Here'southward why "Candy Shop" by 50 Cent, featuring Olivia, is really the perfect relationship song:

You lot wanna dorsum that thing upwards or should I push up on it? Photo by ionasnicolae/Pixabay.

The bass pulsate hits. The MIDI violins whine. The singer starts filling out his fellatio permission slip. It'south only been xx seconds, and yous're already getting set up to hang it upwards with "Candy Shop."

But then ... over the square thrum and the mewling strings, a miracle occurs — in the form of a female voice joining the rail, cutting through the din like a blaring phone call.

She sings:

I'll accept you to the candy shop (yeah)

Boy, i taste of what I got (uh-huh)

I'll accept you spendin' all yous got (come on)

Continue going 'til y'all hit the spot, whoa

Information technology's mutual! Information technology'south mutual! They're performing oral sex on each other!

Band the bells! Bang the drums! Release the doves!

Get, cunnilingus doves, get! Photograph by liz west/Flickr.

50 Cent himself may not be the globe's greatest partner — for example, according to one of his exes, he'south done some pretty unforgivable things.

Simply the narrator of "Candy Shop"? He gets it:

You could accept information technology your way, how do you desire it?

Rather than simply imposing his desires on the person he's with — a la the dude in "God Only Knows ("I'yard going to invest my unabridged sense of cocky-worth in yous!") or the street heckler in "Treasure" ("I'm going to treat you similar a chest total of aureate doubloons!") or the sociopath in "All I Wanna Do is Brand Love to You," ("I'g going to play tricks you into knocking me up!") — the "Candy Shop" guy actually asks his partner what she wants.

Which, in the earth of popular music, is good for about fifty,000 trillion points.

And where are they going to do information technology? The hotel? Dorsum of the rental? The beach? The park?

It's whatever you're into

'Cause consent is sexy!

I ain't finished teaching y'all 'bout how sprung I got ya

The narrator of "Candy Shop" is certainly ... assertive about his desires.

Merely here'southward the key thing: the lady on the receiving end of those desires? She'southward clearly into information technology. And we know this because she says so.

The lines of consent in "Candy Store" are vivid red, highlighted, and soldered into the weirdly sticky social club floor.

Meanwhile, Robin Thicke is outside trying to convince the bouncer that his uncle is a lawyer. Photo by Grim23/Wikimedia Eatables.

Daughter what we exercise ...

And where we do ...

The things we do ...

Are just between me and you

No matter how nasty they freak, it will be intimate. It will exist private. There will be no revenge porn (the epilogue to "Blurred Lines," to wit, would definitely exist a protracted, emotionally devastating lawsuit).

If you be a nympho, I'll be a nympho

Sexual compatibility is key to the survival of any human relationship, whether years, weeks, or (very possibly in the case of "Candy Shop") minutes long.

She may have a high sex activity drive, but dude is graciously offering to conform her. What a gentleman! These crazy kids just might go the distance after all.

And at the end of the day, what is a relationship but two nymphos, sharing wellness insurance?

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Information technology'due south like it's a race who could go undressed quicker

Again, everybody is having a corking fourth dimension. And, critically, an equally great time.

I touch on the right spot at the right time

Of course, it wouldn't be a pop/hip-hop striking without a spot of random humbug, but if we're to take him at his give-and-take, "Candy Store" guy is at least as good at "doing everything right" as the anonymous hitchhiker from "All I Wanna Do is Brand Love to You" — except without all the creepy surprise babe nonsense.

The "Candy Store" guy is a keeper. Because he'due south not a hero or a stranger in the nighttime or a funky, shimmering love god. He's a skillful partner.

"Candy Shop" is raunchy. It's muddy. Information technology's non your grandmother'south love song.

But when yous strip away the swagger, the dorsum beat out, and the weird strings from "Best of Public Domain Heart Eastern Music 1993," past the end of the song, both people are satisfied. And at the finish of the day, isn't that what a good for you relationship is all nigh?

Yeah.

Uh-huh.