Right Hand Dracula Moon Man

Something about Joan Osborne's lyrics, this one and this one in particular, makes me want to fuck. Any ideas why?

Men are usually the prime culprits of smut in songs, but there is something ultra sexy when a woman sings the praises of screwing on floors, chairs, and beds.

Of course, listening to this one makes me want to jump off a building. I guess Joan can't always sing about getting laid in hotel rooms.

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