Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Can't Read My, Can't Read My

I won't tell you that I love you
Kiss or hug you
Cause I'm bluffin' 
with my muffin, I'm not lying 
I'm just stunnin' with my love-glue gunnin'
Just like a chick in a casino
Take your bank before I pay you out
I promise this, promise this 
Check this hand cause I'm marvelous

Can't read my, can't read my
He can't read my poker face 
(She has got one like no other)

Pa-pa-pa-poker face, pa-pa-poker face


That is lyrical genius, folks.  I really think America is connecting to this song because it speaks to the societal pressures on women to fake an emotional indifference that is supposed to display an ability to reject attachments that are often mistaken for weakness.

Or it's just a catchy beat and Lady Gaga wears funny outfits.  Either way, I'm going to continue to listen to it every morning on my way to work so that I'm in a good mood when I serve people coffee all day.  Thanks, Lady. 

On a related note, why do pop stars get to ignore all rules of modern English and simply create their own slang in order to rhyme?  I mean, bluffin' with my muffin, is not a saying.  It doesn't even mean anything.  But if you ask a middle schooler, they would probably tell you that it means something dirty.  It always does.

Good luck getting Poker Face out of your head!

1 comment:

Kristen said...

What would you say to me if I told you that I thought Lady Ga Ga was fake and just a computerized image? like that creepy movie that came out when we were in high school called Simone?