The Bliss of Ms. Blossom

Perhaps not the worst, but one of the worst, songs ever recorded is by Charlene. The lyrics are so sappy and... strange. Apparently Charlene has been to Georgia and California, Nice and the Isle of Greece, and danced like Harlow in Monte Carlo, persumably because she was postulating that these locations would rhyme nicely when set to music. She has also been "subtle[y] whoring" with a "Preacher-Man" and been "undressed by kings." I don't know where Ryan H. Tatum (as he likes to be known) found it, but he sent it to me and I thought at first that it must be satire. Because it is THAT BAD. And it invades your thoughts when you should be watching out for pedestrians on campus.

The most outrageous part is the spoken section, but mostly because of the way she talks:

Hey, you know what paradise is?
It's a lie
A fantasy we created about people and places as we like them to be
But you know what truth is?
It's that little baby you're holding
And it's that man you fought with this morning
The same one you are gonna make love to tonight [soft, yet knowing chuckle]
That's truth
That's love

All I have left to say is that I can damn well undress myself.