Lex Was Right

I finally heard the original of "Don't Cha" in a rubbish bar off Leicester Square. And Lex Pretend was right, it's a completely different song from the abominable Pussycat Dolls cover.

How can the meaning of a song be so completely and utterly changed - even perverted to its complete opposite - without changing a single word?

The Tori Alamaze version is beautiful, amazing, filled with unrequited love and lust and longing. It sounds like a woman on the outside, wrestling with her conscience, tormented by her feelings.

While the Pussycat Dolls just sounds like a gang of frightening pneumatic plastic uber-barbie-dolls from the Village of the Damned, crowing about their physical and sexual prowess and superiority.

Tori Alamaze is a pleading and soulful Dolly Parton, while the PCD are robot Jolenes, who would take your man, just because they can. Sorry, Lex, I will never doubt you again.

(Production's better on Tori's version, too.)