Let's stay home tonight, there's something freaky going on at the club

Wanna make love to this?
How about in a club?
On the floor?

If Souja Boy was difficult to decode, one of Usher's latests gems was about as difficult to understand as the pictographs delineating the difference between the mens' and womens' rest room.

I wanna make love in this club, yea
In this club, yea, in this club, yea, in this club
I wanna make love in this club, yea
In this club, yea, in this club, yea, in this club, yea

Sing it Usher, sing it. Well, that's a bit of an obvious overture. We've gone from hip hop icons desiring to surreptitiously ejaculate on the back of an unsuspecting (and likely sleeping) partner in the fall of 2007, to the deliciously sculpted abs of Usher desiring his women awake, as he fucks them in public, in the winter of 2008. That's a quite a quick slide in moral standards, I think.

Lookin' in your eyes while you on the other side
I can't take it no more
Baby, I'm comin' for you
You keep doin' it on purpose windin' and workin' it
If we close our eyes it could be just me and you

Close our eyes and it's just me and you? Yeah right, you're in a club for fuck's sake. Unless this is a very exclusive kind of club, you're still in the middle of a crowded room, full of other party-goers. Close your eyes, and you won't see the confunded looks on the faces around you as you... do the unmentionable in public. This all goes to support my notion that the beat-crazy youth of the westernized world will listen to anything with a catchy rhythm, no matter how base the lyrics.

I guess we can give listeners a pass on the Soulja Boy song. After all, I had to do extensive research and deep meditation while poring over reams of data to figure out the lyrics' meaning in that case. Although, we're bestowing only a low pass, because any fool should have notice that "supersoak 'dat hoe," didn't make any sense within the standard confines of the English language. But that's neither here nor there.

No one is getting a pass this time around. Usher is using his nectar-sweet voice to woo us all into submission, and given the song's top position on the Billboard top 100, he's succeeded. We're all so captivated by his voice and the lilting beat that we don't even hear what he's saying.

Let's both get undressed right here
Keep it up girl then I swear
I'mma give it to you non-stop
And I don't care who's watchin'
Watchin,' watchin

OK, maybe this type of contact would be nice in theory: your dancing real close. Your groins are rubbing together, etc... You think, let's just make love right here... In actuality, I doubt even a man with an Usher-esque physique could pull off the dance floor seduction, although I'm sure that many young men, emboldened by these lyrics, will doubtless try. And given the lack of morals displayed in some quarters, some will likely succeed.

Of course, if you ever feel like trying, I'll be the nerdy white buy in the corner, dancing the microwave.