Customer Reviews: Read 32 more reviews...
 Catchy pop song November 26, 2008
Terry Nightingale (Seattle, WA USA)
Don't expect this to be more than a catchy pop dance tune, and you won't be disappointed. There are other venues for discourse on gender relations which do much more a service to their serious consideration. This song is just about having fun, feeling attracted to someone, and acting on that feeling in an "innocent" way. Determining just how innocent is left as an exercise for the listener.
 Great song! November 24, 2008
M. Wooten (USA)
This song has a very catchy beat and the lyrics are cute. It is a wonderful song if you don't take it too personally and get bent outta shape about the words. Just listen and enjoy, it's a great song!! Besides, alot of people like kissing girls! :)
 Brain-Washing.. October 9, 2008
iPosty (SE Minnesota)
2 out of 4 found this review helpful
I'll give the song props for being catchy, but lyrics have a way of being overlooked by the young-people targeted by this song. These lyrics are fowl, inappropriate, and should not be on a top-40 radio station where my children have heard it both in the school bus, and the classroom.
 Ugh October 1, 2008
A. Hwang (NJ, USA)
1 out of 3 found this review helpful
So my sister sent me a link to this song. The first listen through, I thought it was kind of catchy and meant to be titillating. Then, I paid attention to the lyrics the next few times it went on rotation, and UGH - pretty much sums up my feelings. It's about as shallow and gimmicky as Madonna kissing Britney and Christina onstage at the VMAs. I mean, yeah, it'll make the guys smirk, but that's about all the lasting value it has. What makes it worse is trying to listen to her 'explain' the meaning behind the song.
200 Km/H in the Wrong Lane did it first and did it better.
Good choice, America! Keep it up! September 25, 2008
Aidan Reilly
7 out of 14 found this review helpful
Jesus H. God, this song is horrible - blunt, blatant lipstick lesbianism coming from the same craven attention whore who gave us "Ur So Gay", (a sledgehammer attempt to traffic in the sort of casual homophobia common in high school locker rooms), paired with worn-out electro beats that not even the most desperate drag queen would consider lipsyncing over.
If anything this girl's ever made comes within a mile of flirting with the idea of sincerity, it's by accident. That Christian-music phase she went through didn't pay as big as she thought it would, so the secular world got this spit-polished turd unceremoniously shoved in its face, and lapped it up. Maybe they're putting something weird in the water, but it's selling. Which means I'll not only have to deal with this ugly, insulting, condescending excuse for a song for another few months, but a few more down the road, there'll be another album.
And if that one sells, we the people can look forward to the looming possibility, like a big, fat, fecal cloud on the horizon, that Perry might spawn imitators. Ripoffs of a fabrication. Imitations of an imitation of an imitation of something that might have brushed substance at some point.
Katy Perry, stop. For God's sake (God, remember? That guy you used to be so keen on before He, in His infinite wisdom, gently tried to give you a hint by preventing your records from selling?), for the children's sake, for Susan Sontag's sake, for Patti Smith's sake, stop. You're not a lesbian, you're not a musician, you're not a Christian, you're just embarrassing.
|
