Pretty sure there was a thread for this a while back. I don’t remember what it was.
“Hey little girl is your daddy home? Did he go away and leave you all alone? I’ve got a bad desire. I’m on fire.
Pretty sure there was a thread for this a while back. I don’t remember what it was.
“Hey little girl is your daddy home? Did he go away and leave you all alone? I’ve got a bad desire. I’m on fire.
This should go in a misunderstood lyric thread. He’s talking about her man–boyfriend or husband. Have you heard the expression sugar daddy?
The Police get two:
Every Breath You Take
Don’t Stand So Close to Me.
Sting was a perv.
And then there’s TSOL’s Code Blue. Maybe not creepy, just sick (and funny, in a really sick way).
She’s just 16 years old
Leave her alone, they said
Separated by fools, who don’t what love is yet
But I want you to know…
If I could fly, I’d pick you up
I’d take you into the night
And show you a love
Like you’ve never seen, ever seen.
WTH!?!?!?
‘young girl’ is downright horrifying.
young girl
Get out of my mind
My love for you is way out of line
Better run, girl
You’re much too young, girl
With all the charms of a woman
You’ve kept the secret of your youth
You led me to believe you’re old enough
To give me love
And now it hurts to know the truth
Woah, oh, oh
Young girl
Get out of my mind
My love for you is way out of line
You’d better run, girl
You’re much too young, girl
Beneath your perfume and make-up
You’re just a baby in disguise
And though you know
That it’s wrong to be
Alone with me
That ‘come on’ look is in your eyes
Woah, oh, oh
Young girl
Get out of my mind
My love for you is way out of line
Better run, girl
You’re much too young, girl
So hurry home to your mama
I’m sure she wonders where you are
Get out of here
Before I have the time
To change my mind
'Cause I’m afraid we’ll go too far
Woah, oh, oh
Young girl
Get out of my mind
My love for you is way out of line
You’d better run, girl
You’re much too young, girl
Young girl
Get out of my mind
My love for you is way out of line
You’d better run, girl
You’re much too young, girl
Young girl
Get out of my mind
Nugent, jailbait.
I’ve got no inhibitions
So keep your keys out of your ignition
I steal a car like I got the curse
I can’t resist the old lady’s purse
Jailbait you look so good to me
Jailbait won’t you set me free
Jailbait you look fine fine fine
I know I’ve got to have you in a matter of time
Well I don’t care if you’re just thirteen
You look too good to be true
I just know that you’re probably clean
There’s one lil’ thing I got do to you
Jailbait you look so good to me
Jailbait won’t you set me free
Jailbait you look fine fine fine
I know I’ve got to have you in a matter of time
So tell your mama that I’m back in town
She likes us boys when it’s time to get down
She’s got this craving for the underage
I just might be your mama’s brand new rage
Jailbait you look so good to me
Jailbait won’t you set me free
Jailbait you look fine fine fine
I know I got to have you in a matter of time
Honey you you you look so nice
I offer a little Winger
I’m only seventeen
I’ll show you love like you’ve never seen, oh
She’s only seventeen
Daddy says she’s too young but she’s old enough for me
.
She was just 17 / and you know what I mean
.
Spread your wings and let me come inside 'cause
Tonight’s the night
.
She’s just 16 years old
Leave her alone, they said
Separated by fools, who don’t what love is yet
But I want you to know…
If I could fly, I’d pick you up
I’d take you into the night
And show you a love
Like you’ve never seen, ever seen.
WTH!?!?!?
I was going to see if Benny Mardones had entered the chat yet.
She was just 17 / and you know what I mean
Sticking with the Beatles…
“Well, I’d rather see you dead, little girl/Than to be with another man/You better keep your head, little girl/Or I won’t know where I am/You better run for your life if you can, little girl/Hide your head in the sand, little girl/Catch you with another man/That’s the end, little girlâ€
.
The Police checking in again.
Don’t stand so close to me
Young teacher, the subject
Of schoolgirl fantasy
She wants him so badly
Knows what she wants to be
Inside him, there’s longing
This girl’s an open page
Book marking, she’s so close now
This girl is half his age
Already mentioned
.
Already mentioned
I didn’t see the second. And I’d probably not let my underage daughter alone with them.
Paul Anka “You’re Having My Baby”
Basically it talks about you’re having my baby despite the toll it’s going to your body, and you could have gotten rid of it if you wanted to.
Grindcore lyrics are more disturbing than creepy.
Most of the songs by The Misfits fit the bill - check out Last Caress. Not going to post the lyrics.
How about The Vandals - Fourteen?
I’ve watched you grow
For all these years
And shamefully admit,
I’ve loved to watch you blossom
And it’s awful hard to quit
Feeling these feelings
Stirring up inside of me.
You nearly are a woman now
And in a couple years,
All the rules and boundaries
Will slowly disappear,
Wait now, my child
Until you get a little older,
Every new sunrise brings
Your heart a little closer to me
But I can’t make love to you
Because you’re fourteen
Just a peck on the cheek
As I’m counting the weeks go by
(Why? why?)
We can’t make love together
Because you’re fourteen years old
And the trust of your mom
That we’re not doing wrong,
I just can’t betray today.
Just an ounce of patience
We can still do things we like
Watch you eat an ice cream cone
And watch you ride your bike
Patiently longing
For that future day of truth
I want to hug and kiss you
Nearly every time I see you
But I don’t want the neighborhood
To get the wrong idea
There’ll come a day
When love like ours is not a crime
Just give it time
Just a peck on the cheek
As I’m counting the weeks go by
(Why? why?)
But I can’t make love to you
Because you’re fourteen
Just a hug and a sigh
From a law biding guy tonight
(why? why?)
We can’t make love together
Because you’re fourteen years old
And the trust of your mom
That we’re not doing wrong,
I just can’t betray today.
You did say creepy and not gross, or pedophiliac, or just perverted:
“Bela Lugosi’s Dead” - Bauhaus
The virginal brides file past his tomb
Strewn with time’s dead flowers
Bereft in deathly bloom
Alone in a darkened room
The count
Bela Lugosi’s dead
Bela Lugosi’s dead
Bela Lugosi’s dead
Undead, undead, undead
Undead, undead, undead
Undead
Oh, Bela
Bela’s undead
Oh, Bela
Bela’s undead
Bela’s undead
Oh, Bela
Bela’s undead
Oh, Bela
Undead
.
I’m a little surprised that this hasn’t been mentioned yet:
Sitting on a park bench
Eying little girls with bad intent
Snot’s running down his nose
Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes
Hey, Aqualung
Drying in the cold sun
Watching as the frilly panties run
Hey, Aqualung
.
Indiana Wants Me
A guy writes a letter to his love and mother of his child about how he can’t go back to them in Indiana because he’s a wanted man for killing a man. At the end he’s caught.
I prefer to see it as romantic, but Whisper by Morphine could be interpreted as creepy.
Don’t worry
I’m not looking at you
Gorgeous and dressed in blue
I know it drives you crazy
When I pretend you don’t exist
When I’d like to lean in close
And run my hands against your lips
Though we haven’t even spoken
Still I sense there’s a rapport
So whisper me your number
I’ll call you up at home
Yeah whisper me your number
I’ll call you up at home
I know you see me see you
As you see me walk on past
When there’s nothing more I’d like to do
than come in close and hear you laugh
Though we haven’t even spoken
Still I sense there’s a rapport
So whisper me your number
I’ll call you up at home
Yeah, whisper me your number
I’ll call you up at home
Don’t worry
The music brings the context
https://youtu.be/MWjTj-Yr3JM?feature=shared
I’m not looking at you…