Tonight's back-handed bumper music special:
You don't drive a big fast car
You don't look like a movie star
And on your money we won't get far
But baby, you got what it takes, to satisfy
You got what it takes to set my soul on fire
Whoa-oh, oh yeah
You got what it takes for me
Now you don't live in a beautiful place
You don't dress with the best of taste
and nature didn't give you such a beautiful face
But baby, you got what it takes, to satisfy
You got what it takes to set my soul on fire
Whoa-oh and whoa-oh whoa yeah
You got what it takes for me
Now when you're near me, ooh-wee
My head goes around and around
And when you kiss me, oh yeah
My love comes tumblin' down, you send me
You don't live in a beautiful place
You don't dress with the best of taste
And nature didn't give you such a beautiful face
But baby, you got what it takes (yeah yeah), to satisfy
You got what it takes to set my soul on fire
Whoa-oh, and a-whoa-oh
You got what it takes for me
Now when you're near me, little girl
My head goes around and around
And when you kiss me, oh yeah
My love comes tumblin' down, you send me
You don't live in a beautiful place, no
You don't dress with the best of taste
And nature didn't give you such a beautiful face
But baby, you got what it takes, to satisfy
You got what it takes to set my soul on fire
Whoa-oh, oh yeah
You got what it takes for me
Oh yeah
You got what it takes
Don't need no money
Baby, you don't need no car
Come on, you know you got a-what it takes for me, little girl
You got what it takes for me
Yes, baby
You got what it takes for me, oh yeah
Songwriters: Tyran Carlo / Gwen Fuqua / Berry Gordy Jr.
Wow. Just. Wow.
It's all about him, with public insults on the side.
Gallantry is dead. This song does not give one compliment, except to say that he approves of her effect on him. How utterly crass, insulting, arrogant, and condescending. On behalf of women who deserve a proper compliment, (censored) (censored), George. You (censored) an (censored). Some things are alright to think, but not alright to inflict on a lady.
Does anyone else ever wonder what kind of parenting led to his indecent attitudes? Ok, let's try this: If you wouldn't say it to your mother, you probably shouldn't say it to a lady. And you ought to be more concerned with what ladies think of you and less concerned with doling out "approval". You (censored) (censored), George.
Until now, I have always tried to reserve a slice of grace toward George, rationalizing his behavior in many ways. But this, this song is self-centered as well as rude as Hell and he ought to be deeply ashamed of himself.
When he was growing up and these vines of condescension started to take root into adulthood, how could those who love him (parents, aunts, uncles, grandparents, older cousins, mentors) stand by idly?