Although this song isn’t written by The Blow’s Khaela Maricich for the most part (and, the shame: I was like “The Police? They’ve never made a song called ‘Come On Petunia’, and besides, isn’t that kind of dirty?”), I still want to say that she writes songs that I would want girls to sing about me. I probably said this the last time I wrote about The Blow (I didn’t), but it’s worth saying again.

I can’t think of a lot of chick singers who just wear their sex on their sleeve out there, in their lyrics, in their vocals, like Ms. Maricich does. Thinking of significant female singer/songwriters… Shirley Manson (depression, but not so much longing for cock); Emily Haines (definitely not longing for cock); Neko Case (I’d pay money to hear Neko Case cover “Hock It” off this album); and… I’m bored.

Anyway, point is, dang this chick is horny and lonely, and I love it. I want her to fall in love with me, and write songs about my wit. My wit and penis. “Songs of Wit & Penis”. Sigh…