Let us sweetly reminisce the days of sitting on your bedroom floor, recording the chart show onto a sticky-taped cassette and learning words to songs 'til you were blue in the face. Little did you know Britney's "Oops! ...I Did It Again" was about some bubblegum nympho cruelly leading men on left right and centre - you just sang along and made dance routines.
Lyrics start to mean a lot more when you're an adult. You relate to them, you feel them, and boy do you analyse them. One that only resonated to me in my adult years was the lyrics "I've been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks" by Nirvana, which could be interpreted as Kurt's declaration of being in some kind of love trap. It's only when you look at the rest of the lyrics you realise the song is about Courtney Love's vagina.
Still, that's Nirvana, and their music wasn't designed to coincide with school gymnastic routines. Instead what's going to be looked at here are the ditties from the charts everyone freely sang at the top of their lungs in front of their entire family - and they clapped along - when, truth be told, you were probably singing about anal or something.