Scandalously subversive lyrics tease an oversexed vibe before cutting the legs from under you with a turn of a phrase. No, I'm not good enough to think of you when I'm touching myself. Once I looked up what Buffalo 66 was, it made a lot more sense. Romeo Void it is not. This is the anti Letters to Cleo; you don't want me to want you, you need me to forget you. But even the Grammys couldn't screw it up. Much better than the big D! I hope your after party had a pack of warm beer for you to consume
