Songs in My Head

After getting out of a meeting early last week, I had this brilliant idea of going running.  I changed my clothes in the hospital, listened to a woman speak to her excrement so it would mobilize better, and went to a local 3-mile track. As I arrived and completed my stretches, I had the revelation that I had forgotten my favorite running partner: my iPod.  After a long utterance of explicatives, I decided to run any way.  Unfortunately , the last song I had heard at the time was this song about "I'm so addicted to. . .the way you go down on me between the sheets", etc.  I believe the song title is "Addicted", by a group called Saving Abel.  Now, who the hell authorizes this crap to be played on the radio.  Of course, I listen to it intently, out of pure shock and dismay, thanks to the chorus consisting of being addicted to the way some chick "goes down" on him "between the sheets".  So, as I am running in the lovely fallish winter weather, this dude in the song continues to whine about getting oral sex and not feeling complete.  Then, "Addicted" fuses with "Lollipop", to form a very disturbing song.  Now, I realize that everyone loves "Lollipop".  It has one of those catchy, repetitive, almost hypnotizing beats with the catch phrase that is pervasive through out the track.  I could only make it six miles, because I am way too codependent on my iPod, the arm strap, and my clip-on headphones.  

The song that gets in my head the most, and eventually was downloaded onto my iPod was "Hot and Cold" by that chick who first kissed a girl.  I hate to admit, this is a catchy, fun track and I think I kind of like it.  I find myself singing along to it in the car and repeating it a few times.  Metro Station's "Shake It" has the same effect on me.  I heard that Miley Cyrus's half-brother is in this particular group.  Again, these tracks have that infectious, repetitive beat with some catch phrases like "Let's Drop" and "We fight, we break up, we kiss, we make up".  Obviously, there is no true musical talent involved, and looks may be an advantage in some opinions, but, not necessarily mine.  But, on a karaoke excursion, I just might be singing the line, "You PMS, like a bitch I would know".