Some songs just stick around in my head. Some I could put on endless repeat. Aimee Mann’s “It’s Not” is one I know every single hemi-demi-semi-quaver of, even the 50s Futurama stuff in the background. The lyrics are an absolute masterpiece of sucker punch allegory. And the lines:
so baby kiss me like a drug, like a respirator
and let me fall into the dream of the astronaut
where I’ll get lost in space that goes on forever
and you may call the rest just an afterthought
and I’ll believe it’s you could make it better
though it’s not
still give me goose pimples every single time.