Every day, before I go to work, I listen to this song at least three times. I sing along to all the lyrics, even though it took me about twenty times listening through to figure them all out.
To me, the adlibbing represents how she sings along to songs that she doesn't understand, or know the lyrics to--much like I did before I realized what they were saying. Such meaning!
She obviously works in a big office, sitting in a cubicle all day. Cubicles tend to be a lot like tin-cans, and everyone knows how, when you turn down the treble and bass, your radio sounds like they're playing in a tin can.
She had a failed boob job, much like my best friend's mom... But damn, she's still pretty hot. Which leads to my voyeuristic tendencies in following her until I finally get to see her so desperate to find a bathroom that she goes between two parked cars down on 5th and Main.
Every day, before I go to work, I listen to this song at least three times. I sing along to all the lyrics, even though it took me about twenty times listening through to figure them all out.
To me, the adlibbing represents how she sings along to songs that she doesn't understand, or know the lyrics to--much like I did before I realized what they were saying. Such meaning!
She obviously works in a big office, sitting in a cubicle all day. Cubicles tend to be a lot like tin-cans, and everyone knows how, when you turn down the treble and bass, your radio sounds like they're playing in a tin can.
She had a failed boob job, much like my best friend's mom... But damn, she's still pretty hot. Which leads to my voyeuristic tendencies in following her until I finally get to see her so desperate to find a bathroom that she goes between two parked cars down on 5th and Main.
This song is my life. I am a stalker.