This song only really needs the first verse, because the rest just sort of drifts off into, well, non-R. Kelly territory. Seriously, I think now that he's finished his Trapped in the Closet series (or has he?), every one of his songs has that wondrous hint of unabashed absurdity. His verses feel impeccably real and honest, and yet simultaneously blunt and child-like. There are very few artists willing to sentimentalize a white picket suburban lifestyle built on the foundation of a single beautiful ass in a nightclub.
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