"pretend like you're enjoying it"
Ordinarily I might, but not with that song tonight, "Come on, Baby, light my fire." Can't stand the lyrics. I'm just listening to the window fan tonight. George is like someone who always burns dinner. Sometimes I wonder why I even try. Almost as often as not, I shut it off and wonder why I looked forward to it even.
As if "dating lots of women", squeezing women at events ("I don't stop until everyone has had a chance"), and constantly referring to "attractive actresses" (i.e. panty models) isn't enough, but he has the audacity to play such gross lyrics. As if he is God's gift to women and they are commanded to serve him.