there's a ciara video for got me good that makes it almost palatable to listen to that repetitive lyric that is great the first time but annoying by the twentieth repetition (or sooner) in spite of the dancers that can slow down and sit on my lap anytime (though the snapshots flash by too fast for any more than a quick glipse and the next video will replace those images in my head cuz that is the way of flash-by fantasy images)... and then i do a bit of research and discover i am looking at glimpses of under age girl dancers in a blatantly lyrically and visually hot sexy video... and our culture is not selling underage sex, no, that's wrong... if this was a dance party at your house and not a music video you might be charged for corruption of a minor... what hypocrisy...
what else can vh1 teach me these days? :)
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