Despite its disturbing undercurrents ("birthing machines"?!), there's something about this song which I find kind of sweet. At first he just seems to be being incredibly honest about wanting lots and lots of sex, then a kind of domestic enslavement scenario raises its head: "cut off your hair/ and throw out your shoes/ cause baby, you won't need them where you'll be".
But at the end he seems to realise that the whole thing is being driven by a child-like wish to be looked after, which seems to me a very truthful insight into relationships, even megalomaniacal ones like this.
Despite its disturbing undercurrents ("birthing machines"?!), there's something about this song which I find kind of sweet. At first he just seems to be being incredibly honest about wanting lots and lots of sex, then a kind of domestic enslavement scenario raises its head: "cut off your hair/ and throw out your shoes/ cause baby, you won't need them where you'll be".
But at the end he seems to realise that the whole thing is being driven by a child-like wish to be looked after, which seems to me a very truthful insight into relationships, even megalomaniacal ones like this.