YOU KNOW WE HAD TO TALK ABOUT THIS, RIGHT?

Okay, get the children out of the room.  Give them some leniency on the video game play while we talk, adult to adult.

So, last night on American Idol, Lee Dewyze took the stage with his guitar.  He is the classic bad boy, kind of looks like the type of guy I would have fallen for as a younger woman.  Well, let's get real.  I could actually fall for him right now, but I have my doubts he would find this fifty-three-year-old grandmother quite to his liking, knowing that every woman between the ages of sixteen and thirty-five is willing to follow him anywhere.

As Lee was singing last night on the show, I said, "Here's the way this goes, Don...that boy is probably getting every vote of every woman in America right now.  Don, oblivious, said, "Why?"

I was just holding my breath, could hardly wait for the judges to put in their two-cents worth, because I was sure that at least Kara would have pointed out that the song he was singing was guaranteeing him a safe spot this week on AI as well as a spot in anyone's bedroom.  But I was horribly disappointed and a little embarrassed when Don said, "See?  What are you talking about?"  Randy, E., Kara, and Simon The Terrible all just sort of ho-hummed through their review.  No mention of the obvious. 

I no longer had the heart to point out the lyrics to the Rolling Stones hot little number "Beast of Burden," just for us, the adults, ahem, I am going to post them here, then you can weigh in.  

I'll never be your beast of burden
My back is broad but it's a hurting
All I want is for you to make love to me
I'll never be your beast of burden
I've walked for miles my feet are hurting
All I want is for you to make love to me

Am I hard enough
Am I rough enough
Am I rich enough
I'm not too blind to see

I'll never be your beast of burden
So let's go home and draw the curtains
Music on the radio
Come on baby make sweet love to me

Am I hard enough
Am I rough enough
Am I rich enough
I'm not too blind to see

Oh little sister
Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, girl
You're a pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty girl
Pretty, pretty
Such a pretty, pretty, pretty girl
Come on baby please, please, please

I'll tell ya
You can put me out
On the street
Put me out
With no shoes on my feet
But, put me out, put me out
Put me out of misery

Yeah, all your sickness
I can suck it up
Throw it all at me
I can shrug it off
There's one thing baby
That I don't understand
You keep on telling me
I ain't your kind of man

Ain't I rough enough, ooh baby
Ain't I tough enough
Ain't I rich enough, in love enough
Ooh! Ooh! Please

I'll never be your beast of burden
I'll never be your beast of burden
Never, never, never, never, never, never, never be


I don't need no beast of burden
I need no fussing
I need no nursing
Never, never, never, never, never, never, never be 


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So, I'll leave this up to you guys.  Bedroom invader or just an okay song?  Am I just a woman with her mind in the gutter?  America, YOU decide!