"Cause I don't know how it gets better than this
You take my hand and drag me head first
And I don't know why but with you I'd dance in a storm in my best dress
Chip: "Swift is misleadingly considered a doe-eyed innocent, a counterpart to the sexually-saturated lyrics of most other female singer-songwriters, but in the chorus above we see a disturbing penchant for 'rough sex' in the imagery of her suitor dragging her around head-first, which she claims to enjoy ("I don't know how it gets better than this")."
Richard: "She claims to enjoy it, yes, but I think that the following line about the dress and the storm, suggesting as it does a reckless disregard for personal safety, illustrates a confusion on her own part ("I don't know why") which suggests she's actually been coerced into these behaviors, almost hypnotized, if you will. It's a powerful warning to young women about how falling for 'bad boys' can lead to trouble."
Captain Chanute: "I really should have screwed this chick when she was in Larryville last semester."
The boys always root for Miss Kansas and Miss Arkansas in the Miss America Pageant (mainly because they feel like there's slightly more of a chance of meeting and banging them). But last night's winner was Miss Virginia (pictured below), who took the crown "after strutting in a skintight yellow dress, belting Beyonce's 'Listen' from Dreamgirls, and telling kids they should get outside more often" (interweb).
Chip: "I'd like to bang her, Beyonce-style, in the great outdoors."
Richard: "What seems like mere vulgarities on Chip's part is actually a reference to yesterday's (much funnier) blog post."