This is my favorite pop/hip hop (whatever you want to call it) song right now. You wanna know why? Because this song tells me I am right. And you know what? I *love* being right.

I have no idea who Ke$ha is. But I do know her song, Your Love is my Drug, screams the truth of everything I wrote in my Premarital Sex blogpost.

If you haven’t heard the song, well, here ya go.

I’m kinda addressing Ke$ha and my readers…. just bear with me. 😉

Maybe I need some rehab (seriously, Ke$ha, I am seeing a therapist after having premarital sex. So yeah, you probably do)
Or maybe just need some sleep (Dad has *always* said nothing good happens after 12am and I can testify to that being true)
I got a sick obsession (basically, you have an idol. Not good, honey)
I’m seeing it in my dreams
I’m lookin down every alley
I’m making those desperate calls
I’m staying up all night hoping hitting my head against the wall (yep, let me just give you Mrs. Gentry’s number. Cuz I think you need to see her)

What you got boy, is hard to find (not really, because any guy will give it to you if you let him. the key is not letting him)
I think about it all the time
I’m all strung out my heart is fried
I just cant get you off my mind! (girlfriend, you actually need to get Jesus on your mind. It would help your whole problem)

Because your love your love your love is my drug
Your love your love your love
Your love your love your love is my drug
Your love your love your love (sex becomes addictive – once you have it, you want it again and again. So unless Jesus gets control of your heart, mind and soul, it will become your [my reader not Ke$ha] drug too)

Won’t listen to any advice
Mommas telling me I should think twice (let me tell you, if your family says no, you need to listen. They most likely know you better than anyone. And, also, if you feel like you can’t tell your family about your significant other, you should not be seeing that person. Cut it off. It’s not worth it)
But look into my own devices, I’m addicted it’s a crisis (your entire life has become about you. Wrong place to be. If your life isn’t about Christ you got a serious problem)
My friends think I’ve gone crazy
My judgments gettin kinda hazy
My steeze is gonna be affected if I keep it up like a love sick crack head (what in the world is a “steeze”?!)

What you got boy, is hard to find
I think about it all the time
I’m all strung out my heart is fried
I just cant get you off my mind!

Because your love your love your love is my drug
Your love your love your love
Your love your love your love is my drug
Your love your love your love

I don’t care what people say
The rush is worth the price I pay
I get so high when you’re with me
But crash and crave you when you leave (Point 5 in my post sums this up – but with more force and a lot more truth. Women continue having premarital sex because the “sexual high” makes them feel good, beautiful. But when it’s gone so are all of those positive feelings. Then you just want to die until you get that “high” back. This is my favorite part of this song because it tells me I’m right)

Hey, so I got a question
Do you wanna have a slumber party in my basement? (I think someone tweeted this officially made Ke$ha a creep. Who in the world has slumber parties in their basement? No one. It’s weird.)
Do I make your heart beat like an 808 drum
Is my love your drug? your drug?
Huh, your drug?
Huh, your drug?
Is my love your drug?

Because your love your love your love is my drug
Your love your love your love
Your love your love your love is my drug
Your love your love your love

Because your love your love your love is my drug
Your love your love your love
Your love your love your love is my drug
Your love your love your love

Hey, hey, so
You love, your love your love, is my drug
(She says) I like your beard

Thank you, Ke$ha, for singing truth even if I’m the only one who sees it (or rather hears your song and interprets it that way).

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