True Lyric:
In my head, I see you all over me.
In my head, you fulfill my fantasy.
In my head, you'll be screaming ohhhh
In my head, it's going down.
In my head, it's going down.In my head, Yeah, In my head, Oh yeah.
Offending Lyric:
In my head, you'll be screaming ohhhh
In my head, it's going down.
In my head, it's going down.In my head, Yeah, In my head, Oh yeah.
Offending Lyric:
In my head, I see you all over me.
In my head, you fulfill my fantasy.
In my head, you'll be screaming no.
In my head, its going down.
In my head, its going down.
In my head. Yeah. In my head. Oh yeah.
In my head, you fulfill my fantasy.
In my head, you'll be screaming no.
In my head, its going down.
In my head, its going down.
In my head. Yeah. In my head. Oh yeah.
Google has revolutionized our lives. In the fall of 1998 a young Kim could be found sitting next to the radio waiting for Changes by Tupac to come on so she could write down the lyrics and give them to her 7th grade boyfriend, Anthony. Soon after, a young Anthony could be found practically shitting himself with excitement upon receipt of said lyrics. This was before Google meant anything to anybody, and if song lyrics were to be found on the internet, little Denverites apparently didn’t know anything about it. Now Google has become our window to a seemingly infinite supply of any kind of information we want (porn), but it can also be a window into our very own souls. And someone's soul just got a bit rapey.
Most of the time people will betray their own inner sickos on the internet via overly personal blog/vlog postings, “leaked” photos of their genitals, or shitfaced angry rantings urging people to kill themselves left in the Justin Bieber youtube video comments. This time, an anonymous pop lyric posting with just one misheard word revealed the dark and evil sexual fantasies of the poster.
The one word that makes the difference between a faithful rendering of this pop song and an unfortunate revelation of a possibly subconscious tendency toward rapeyness is, of course, the ever popular in rape discussion, word “no.” No means no means no, Mr. sketch fuck of a lyric poster. This Freudian Lyric Slip becomes all the more terrifying when you actually sing along to the song using the word “no” in place of the gleefully drawn out word “oh.”
We all hope that this Freudian Lyric Slip was a simple revelation of BDSM dom fantasy. Just in case, however, we should all take a knee and pray. Hard. This individual clearly has a love of pop music and he’ll probably be on his way to the club right now if he isn’t already there, clean shaven, pop collared, heavily cologned and with ruphenol emboldened determination to see his darkest fantasy fulfilled.
Most of the time people will betray their own inner sickos on the internet via overly personal blog/vlog postings, “leaked” photos of their genitals, or shitfaced angry rantings urging people to kill themselves left in the Justin Bieber youtube video comments. This time, an anonymous pop lyric posting with just one misheard word revealed the dark and evil sexual fantasies of the poster.
The one word that makes the difference between a faithful rendering of this pop song and an unfortunate revelation of a possibly subconscious tendency toward rapeyness is, of course, the ever popular in rape discussion, word “no.” No means no means no, Mr. sketch fuck of a lyric poster. This Freudian Lyric Slip becomes all the more terrifying when you actually sing along to the song using the word “no” in place of the gleefully drawn out word “oh.”
We all hope that this Freudian Lyric Slip was a simple revelation of BDSM dom fantasy. Just in case, however, we should all take a knee and pray. Hard. This individual clearly has a love of pop music and he’ll probably be on his way to the club right now if he isn’t already there, clean shaven, pop collared, heavily cologned and with ruphenol emboldened determination to see his darkest fantasy fulfilled.
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