But when he sings, “hike up your skirt a little more and show your world to me,” he suddenly flips from sweet singer-songwriter to happy-hour perv.Ī hit for British Invasion band the Mindbenders in 1965, “Groovy Kind of Love” was a sweet, slight Brill Building pop ballad. The melody is pretty, the passion undeniable, the vocals fragile and hopeful. But his most popular love song obliterates the fine line between sexy and icky. Harry Styles sings: “You never want/To know how much you weigh/You still have to squeeze into your jeans/But you’re perfect to me.” Harry, your depth frightens us.ĭave Matthews has always had kind of had a sex-panther side, and there’s nothing wrong with that. On this acoustic valentine (written by Fiona Bevan and Ed Sheeran), the teen-pop gods congratulate themselves for loving you despite your manifest imperfections. “More Than Words” packages metal-creep chauvinism in sensitive acoustic shrink-wrap. But you might kick them out of bed for being assholes. With their Rapunzel hair and chiseled cheekbones, you wouldn’t kick Extreme out of bed for eating crackers. 'Silence of the Lambs': The Complete Buffalo Bill Story The rest of us believe this could be your all-time cheesiest moment.
“It’s enough to make kings and vagabonds/Believe the very best” he croons. Maybe if you’re one of the animated big cats in The Lion King, the Disney film Sir Elton penned this cornball ballad for. But we’ll take the Cows’ sludge-metal desecration any day.Įlton John, “Can You Feel the Love Tonight”Įrm, no, actually. Joe Cocker gives it his best deranged Ray Charles croon. A longstanding punchline for exaggerated sitcom courtship routines, it strings its clichés - “a guiding light in the night,” “heaven’s gift to me” - around a title refrain qualified by “to me,” like the shameless singer is hedging his bet. The fake-glitz muzak sound is perfect for a cheaply sentimental song about a guy whose appreciation of the woman beside him seems to work in direct relation to how many other guys hit on her at a party.Īllegedly dashed off by Beach Boy Dennis Wilson and fifth Beatle Billy Preston at a party, this song makes you wonder what those two were huffing.
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