There I said it. Cunningulus. Just say it out loud and it'll be okay. Just make sure your mom isn't in the same room. Chances are, she knows that word and you don't.For those of you who aren't familiar with the term, loosely translated it means "going down on a girl".
Are you blushing yet?
So here's the thing. There's a few ways to go about this kind of subject matter, right? There are lyrics like, "...I'll love you all through the night because I eat _______ oh so right..."
What's the first word that comes to your mind?
Would I insert the word "pussy" into that lyric? Or would I simply use "cherry pie" and let YOUR dirty mind illustrate what everyone else is already thinking?
Complicated, isn't it? So, where do we draw the line on good taste? And who is the judge of good taste? Your parents? MY parents? The government? The Church? Madonna? Or do we simply slap a Parental Advisory sticker all over everything. Those stickers pretty much paraphrase, "hey kid, this album has lots of swearing and sex and your mom doesn't want you to hear it."
Artists have been pushing the boundaries since the day those boundaries were established.
Now, I'm not the type to delve too far into the "vulgar" territory. At least not anymore... I think I'm all done with songs called "Fart In Your Mouth, Baby". I'd rather sing a wink with a smile and let you read between the lines. I mean, we all have those thoughts, but not broadcasting them bluntly is what makes them so inappropriate when we do. And it makes us all feel like a little bit of a bad-ass on the inside for having those thoughts.
You. Are. Not. Alone.
So enjoy this song when it comes out. Don't worry... it won't be much longer now.
- Ryan
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