“Nice guy” music

Recently various folk (Hi,

  and drelmo!) were talking about the “nice guy” phenomenon – that is, the icky guy who is only being nice to you because he thinks you’ll put out…

And then today I was listening to random CDs today and hit a few songs from George Michael’s “Faith”… like “I want your sex”:

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“I swear I won’t tease you, Won’t tell you no lies; I don’t need no bible, Just look in my eyes
I’ve waited so long baby, Now that we’re friends; Every man’s got his patience, And here’s where mine ends

I want your sex, I want you, I want your sex

It’s playing on my mind, It’s dancing on my soul, It’s taken so much time, So why don’t you just let me go
I’d really like to try, Oh i’d really love to know,
When you tell me you’re gonna regret it, Then i tell you that i love you but you still say no!

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You know, when I was fifteen or so and this song came out, I didn’t find myself thinking “yeah, Georgie, since when is friendship with me supposed to have a guaranteed physical payback? And, er, no, you don’t have a right to have sex with me just because you tell me you love me!” Although I’m pretty sure I was clear on those concepts even then, but I don’t think I ever listened to the words that closely.

Or how about this little treasure?

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It’s late, Time for bed;
So I sit, and wait For that gin and tonic To go to your head

I know It’s a devious plan
But it’s the only way that I know To get those big bad car keys Out of your hand

You know That I remain a gentle man
But even so There’s only so much A gentleman can stand
Sleep with me Oh sleep with me tonight

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Then switched over to classic jazz. And was in a sufficiently cynical frame of mind to note:

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Gimme a kiss to build a dream on
And my imagination
Will thrive upon that kiss
Sweetheart, I ask no more than this
A Kiss to build a dream on

Give me a kiss before you leave me
and my imagination
will feed my hungry heart
Leave me one thing before we part
A kiss to build a dream on

When I’m alone with my fancies
I’ll be with you
Weaving romances
Making believe they’re true

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Um… so, is the above (sung by the immortal Louis Armstrong, I believe) sweet, or just creepy? …. I’m leaning toward creepy and more than a little pathetic…

Enough.  Time to go to sleep.

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