The Inherent Filth of Gwen Stefani
With style, class, porcelain features, two children and a stable, 13 year relationship, Gwen Stefani is outwardly the picture of wholesomeness.
But inwardly, the voices of her inner slut will never be silenced.
Irrefutable evidence for this utterly un-outlandish statement can be found in the lyrics to her song "Bubble Pop Electric", appearing on her 2004 debut album (just two years after her marriage, the saucy minx).
The song is a tour-de-force of filth and innuendo, as she gets dealt a thorough servicing at the hands (among other things) of Johnny 3000 from out of Outkast.
Come on Johnny, when you gonna get here?
Employing that famous literary device "foreshadowing", Gwen hints at some later disappointment at a lack of urgency on Johnny's "part".
Alright just hold your pretty horses, I'll be there in a minute, you just get yourself dolled up toots and pick a place, you just pick a place
Johnny is presenting Gwen with her choice of orifice.
Gwen is addressing Johnny.
Johnny is stuttering.
You might wanna hurry, because tonight is THE night
Johnny is finally going to get a good look at the back of Gwen's head.
I'm empty, I need fulfilling, yes I do love
Ever the fan of plays on words, Gwen pretends she's seeking fulfillment when in fact she just wants to be full-filled.
To the ceiling when I do love/I get this feeling when I'm in love
Well this is simply lazy-arsed songwriting from Gwen, hoping we won't mind that she's used the same word three times in the place of a rhyme. EPIC YAWN.
I'm restless/Can't you see I try my bestest/To be a good girl because it's just us/So take me now and do me justice
EPIC RECOVERY. The just us/justice couplet is sheer genius, and likely infers a bit of wrong-side-of-the-law role play between the horned up pop stars.
I'm waiting patiently, anticipating your arrival
To arrive is 'to make one's presence known'; also, 'to come'. Both of these definitions are likely to apply here.
And I'm hating that it takes so long to get to my house
Turns out Gwen ain't no two-minute tyrant either.
Tonight I'm gonna give you all my love in the backseat
A staggeringly unsubtle euphemism from Gwen.
Bubble, Pop, Electric
OMG, so Gwen was a virgin? That shit is bananas! (Also OMG - a vibrator?)
Gonna speed it down and slow it up in the backseat
Uh-oh, in the backseat
Acting surprised won't fool anyone Gwen.
OK now, I understand he's on his way now/But jeez Louise I mean today now!/I can't wait I wanna play now
So Gwen is now officially and irretrievably gagging for it.
I'm antsy/Bubble pop electric pansies
Oh I get it you've been 'deflowered'. Nice one.
My sweet tooth, I want your candy
No explanation required.
The Queen of England would say it 'randy'
I'm not sure that she would.
I'm itchy/I wish you'd come and scratch me
Yet more impatience from Gwen.
Tonight I'm falling won't you catch me/Swoop on by so you can snatch me
The subtle imagery just keeps on, um, coming.
The need to be satisfied/Come pick me up I wanna ride
A quick change of positions then.
Hurry, hurry, come to me/Drive in movie/Drive in move me/Drive in to me
Well this is all very ambiguous isn't it.
THE, er, END
"Her name is Gwen and she's here to flash her vagina." - Margaret Cho