Wednesday, November 12, 2008

"Club like we at a alcoholic's convention"

Song Title: Pretty Girls
Album: Unfinished Business, 2004

Full Verse:
My pretty girls get plenty attention
When it come to sex get plenty of inches

We shop, like we all broke detention

Club like we at a alcoholic's convention


Hey, do you think that this may be the best turn of phrase ever? Can we all start saying this when we're anticipating a really fun night? Like, this 'potluck is going to get crazy! It's going to be like an alcoholic's convention!' Or 'we stayed at the bar till it closed. It was a really fun night. Kinda like an alcoholic's convention!'.

I really like R.'s image of what an alcoholic's convention is like. He is obviously not thinking of an Alcoholic's Anonymous meeting, which, if 90210 has taught me anything, is usually depressing and not at all like a club.* But no, this is a convention of alcoholics, which, yes, would probably be a really good time.


*though they may be good for other reasons.

4 comments:

Kelly Sharp said...

It really does raise the question: Exactly what sort of alcoholics conventions has R. Kelly been to? Obviously not the kind where they're trying NOT to consume alcohol.

R&BFan1988 said...

Me upon returning from the Alcoholic's Convention: Hey, honey, I...

My bitchy wife:
Let me guess. You got drunk. Fucking Alcoholic.

Hilarious.

R&BFan1988 said...

That "inches" line is weird. It's creepy and it doesn't rhyme. I bet R. wrote the song without it, then when he was done, he was like, "Man, this song isn't weird or creepy enough and doesn't mention having sex at all. Fuck this." Then he changed this line in the car on the way to the studio or to the club or to some fly honey's house. I think I love him.

Luly said...

r&bamp;bfan1988 is over compensating, trying too hard to make his love for R.Kelly obvious. Earlier I accused him of not caring about R. because he never posts anything on this blog, even though he's the one who started it.

But yeah, he's probably right. That inches line was thrown in at the last minute to meet the sex quota R.'s put on himself for every verse he writes.

 

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