She has talent, natch. Still, I’d prefer lyrics that wouldn’t prompt embarassing questions from my grandmother should she happen to hear them.
Or at least have deeper subliminal meaning or an entendre’ or two.
“Cold Ethyl” is portrayed as an homage to necrophilia yet it’s actually about his alcoholism.
*shrug*
Who am I to talk?
If I’d had kids, their first words would’ve probably been “DISCO SUCKS!” or “RAP IS CRAP!”, they’d have been wearing “Billion Dollar Baby” jammies and I’d have sung “House Of The Rising Sun” for their bedtime lullaby.
:)