But when he sings, РІР‚Сљhike up your skirt a little more and show your world to me,РІР‚Сњ he suddenly flips from sweet singer-songwriter to happy-hour perv.Р”Р„ hit for British Invasion band the Mindbenders in 1965, РІР‚СљGroovy Kind of LoveРІР‚Сњ was a sweet, slight Brill Building pop ballad.

The melody is pretty, the passion undeniable, the vocals fragile and hopeful. But his most popular love song obliterates the fine line between sexy and icky. Harry Styles sings: РІР‚СљYou never want/To know how much you weigh/You still have to squeeze into your jeans/But youРІР‚в„ўre perfect to me.РІР‚Сњ Harry, your depth frightens us.Р”Вave Matthews has always had kind of had a sex-panther side, and thereРІР‚в„ўs nothing wrong with that. On this acoustic valentine (written by Fiona Bevan and Ed Sheeran), the teen-pop gods congratulate themselves for loving you despite your manifest imperfections. РІР‚СљMore Than WordsРІР‚Сњ packages metal-creep chauvinism in sensitive acoustic shrink-wrap. But you might kick them out of bed for being assholes. With their Rapunzel hair and chiseled cheekbones, you wouldnРІР‚в„ўt kick Extreme out of bed for eating crackers. 'Silence of the Lambs': The Complete Buffalo Bill Story The rest of us believe this could be your all-time cheesiest moment. РІР‚СљItРІР‚в„ўs enough to make kings and vagabonds/Believe the very bestРІР‚Сњ he croons. Maybe if youРІР‚в„ўre one of the animated big cats in The Lion King, the Disney film Sir Elton penned this cornball ballad for. But weРІР‚в„ўll take the CowsРІР‚в„ў sludge-metal desecration any day.Р”В®lton John, РІР‚СљCan You Feel the Love TonightРІР‚СњР”В®rm, no, actually. Joe Cocker gives it his best deranged Ray Charles croon. A longstanding punchline for exaggerated sitcom courtship routines, it strings its clichР“В©s - РІР‚Сљa guiding light in the night,РІР‚Сњ РІР‚СљheavenРІР‚в„ўs gift to meРІР‚Сњ - around a title refrain qualified by РІР‚Сљto me,РІР‚Сњ like the shameless singer is hedging his bet. The fake-glitz muzak sound is perfect for a cheaply sentimental song about a guy whose appreciation of the woman beside him seems to work in direct relation to how many other guys hit on her at a party.Р”Р„llegedly dashed off by Beach Boy Dennis Wilson and fifth Beatle Billy Preston at a party, this song makes you wonder what those two were huffing. ItРІР‚в„ўs kind of fitting that this song was a hit in 1986, the height of the greed-is-good, conspicuous consumption Eighties itРІР‚в„ўs the ultimate trophy-wife ballad (barely edging out Eric ClaptonРІР‚в„ўs РІР‚СљWonderful TonightРІР‚Сњ).

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