What'd You Say?

I have the hardest time understanding lyrics. In college for instance, I thought "Dude Looks Like a Lady" was "Do Yourself a Favor"--and that is how I sang it.

Somehow or other I have formed an addiction to country music. The thing I once despised, has become my pleasure. You would think that country music would be a good place for someone like me to land--that the pace of the songs and the deliberateness of the lyrics would form a new era of understanding for me. But you'd be wrong.

The other day, I was watching CMT (Country Music Television) with my wife--enjoying one of LeAnn Rimes' newest videos--when I hear this sobbing next to me. After a moment, this woman I married begins to scream at me to turn the channel. She looks like she's possessed--and I can't fathom what's the matter. I fumble for the remote (it's stuck between the cushions, of course), and get it switched over to BET or something--a little too slowly. By now my betrothed is really ticked off at me, and why? I DON'T KNOW! So I ask.

"Didn't you hear what she was singing about?" she screams.
"Yeah, her boyfriend broke up with her or something."
"No, you idiot (probably not her actual words)--her husband died! I'm thinking about what I would do if that happened to you!"
"Oh."

I had probably heard that song 10 times before. I liked it--but I never paid much attention to what she was really singing, all I knew was that she was sad and stuff. Thanks, LeAnn.