And I came to that conclusion without even having seen the film clip (the visuals being the normal extent of my interest in Beyonce)!
To the leftThis all very sassy and how I like to imagine I would behave if I was a tall, taut and terrifically rich popular music mega-star who was breaking up with some ‘nigga’ (which I can totally see happening some time in the near future, so it is just as well I’m studying up on how best to do so).
To the left
Everything you own in the box to the left
In the closet that's my stuff - Yes
If I bought it nigga please don't touch
And keep talking that mess, that's fine
But could you walk and talk at the same time
So go ahead and get goneIn addition, this song is bound to be a contender for my mental list of “songs I would sing if I made it into the top 12 of Australian Idol” (yet another inevitability in my life that I am determined to be prepared for).
And call up on that chick and see if she is home
Oops, I bet ya thought that I didn't know
What did you think I was putting you out for?
Cause you was untrue
Rolling her around in the car that I bought you
Baby you dropped them keys hurry up before your taxi leaves
An excellent choice for either “R ‘n’ B” night or “Number Ones” (snigger) and destined to impress Marcia who is no doubt bestest crackpipe-buddies with Beyonce.
But listen Beyonce, if you’re happy enough to have your not-quite-husbang Jay-Z splash himself all over your latest album - just to ram home that you are both so wonderfully happy in pseudo-wedlock that you are creating beautiful music together - do you think songs about breaking up with yet another ‘nigga’ in a long line of replaceable floozies are going to be believable?
I need to be able to take my trash-pop seriously, you see, and you are making me feel awfully conflicted.
Hmmm, maybe not that conflicted, when I really think about it.