Isn't country music supposed to be all about family, America, and God (Johnny Cash's hard-drinkin' gangsta-centric stuff, aside)? Tell me what you think about the chorus to Kenny Chesney's "Key Lime Pie":
"Not too tart, not too sweet
My baby loves to watch me eat her (pause) key lime pie"
Heh heh. An ode to his partner's culinary skills or a thinly-veiled boasting of the singer's cunnilingual prowess? You tell me.
Now that I think about it, I could go for some key lime pie, too. (I'm carnally frustrated and I've been South Beachin' it for months...interepret it how you may.)