MJ knows that if he wants to get that girl, he's gonna need some minty fresh breath.

Mama, we may be the two chicken buns, but certainly not four.

Could her eyes be Chinatown because she’s smoking some holiday herb?

This song came out before fat-shaming was really a thing.

Hey, if her cousin’s cute, why not hear him out?

Herman always seemed like the least sexy name ever. Doris could do better.

I see Ralph like them Asian women.

When it comes to Noize II Men, I would like to stomp on more than their fingers.

Besides "it's the pleasure principal, oooh", this is the ONLY lyric I understand in the entire song.

I can almost understand a bi-curious pose, but a tri-curious one?

Wonder what he's holding that made her feel so good all over…

Either the son of Kojak and Napoleon or an apparatus Napoleon used to place phone calls.

Unfortunately, that’s exactly what happens to a lot of folks when they come face-to-face with fame.

What could be better than an afternoon of lovemaking and junk with a Milli or a Vanilli?

Anita was probably crying about all the dishes she had to do.

Um. Janet was certainly out for sex in the days before she went plump and Muslim.

Get with me, girl, and I'll make sure that you never see the inside of a nice restaurant or anywhere else.

I had no idea Marvin worked at Jersey Mike's back in the day.

Without a rubber, real love is real scary.

Dropping bombs is one of the best ways to start Armageddon. Makes sense.

Sometimes all it takes is some good dick to turn a girl’s evil heart around.

If Ellie was too much for the man, he might be gay on the DL, Gladys.

If the song was sung by anyone other than these softies, those lyrics could represent a real #metoo moment. RFTW looked real LGBTQ.

She'd better get home, home, home to masturbate, apparently.

Nothing shows class like wearing red from head to toe.

My lyrics make perfect sense. Anyone my age knows that back in the day, we had to pay for toll calls, including those to private numbers. So there, Jets!

When you get a wicked cold, your sense of smell is the first thing to go, so Toni got lucky that being under the weather didn't stop her from enjoying the aroma of her morning joe.

This was 1977. Had to get that afro right with some Royal Crown pomade.

The clock's ticking. All bets are off once it hits 46.

Man: "I can't see the floor." Vanity: "Don't matter. Still a good place to give me some good D."

A question better left for Babyface's urologist, not some chick.

Dwayne got a store credit at Home Depot so getting tools and gardening equipment is not a problem. What more could a woman ask for?

Acrobats do turn over, so my lyrics do make sense.

Nothing like finding a man who can take your hand and lead you into homelessness.

Even MJ knew that breakfast was the most important meal of the day.

That girl so fine, she burned out one of my eyeballs.

Is there really that much difference between being pouty and gay?

This girl really has a thing for men from India.

I think peeing in your pants for seven years straight could be construed as some seriously bad luck.

I was 7 and did not yet know the word "vacancy". It would be several years before I saw it all the time frequenting sleazy motels.

Didn't your first husband have a habit? Steer clear, Janet.

As a child, I didn't know what those numbers meant. But with all those 6s in there, I assumed they must've had something to do with the devil.

Me too Mariah. That movie really sucked. Thankfully we only suffered from one season of the TV series.

No, I was not familiar with the word "anatomy" in 1981, but I certainly knew that both "mamma" and "jamma" were spelled with double m's.