I want you to love me, like I’m a hot guy
Keep thinkin’ of me, doin’ what you like
So boy forget about the world cuz it’s gon’ be me and you tonight
I wanna make your bed for ya, then imma make you swallow your pride
Want you to make me feel like I’m the only girl in the world…
I’m a little worried about Rihanna’s self esteem. I mean, she really wants her man to make her feel like she’s a hot guy? So he should either act jealous of her looks, or oddly uncomfortable about this odd homo-erotic attraction he’s feeling? Neither really sounds like a recipe for a good night.
And that’s before we get to the chorus: Rihanna dear, maybe you need to read it a little more carefully. Because if you really want to feel like you’re the only girl in the world, what you’re really saying is that he’s with you because there aren’t any other options. (Other than sheep. And possibly hot guys.) That sounds more like simple desperation than it does like any kind of romance. (Or, alternately, it sounds like you have a post-apocalyptic movie fetish that you may need to seek professional help for.)