"I'll never leave your pizza burnin'...."

Mona and I were chilling on the way to school yesterday, listening to Avril Lavigne on the radio, when--

--Disclaimer: we are no special fans of Lavigne, but we go for female pop vocalists in a big way,* and I am working to rescue my youngest child from the simpering stylings of the Disney-hyped Hilary Duff et al.--

Where was I?

Oh: So we are listening to Lavigne's "Complicated," and these lines come on:

"Honestly, you promised me
I'm never gonna find you fake it"

and Mona goes, "Did she just say 'Honestly, promise me you're never gonna find your blanket'?"

I about fell out.

It's just human nature, is it not? Who of my generation can forget the famous Creedance Clearwater Revival Song "There's a Bathroom on the Right"? Or the mutation, in Van Morrison's "Crazy Love," of "You make me righteous" to "You make me write checks"?

Which kinda does describe the love and marriage thing, come to think of it. But never mind.

Go to kissthisguy.com, where you can find, or add to, specimens of that most distinguished popular art form, the misheard lyric.

* To wit: We think Sheryl Crow ROCKS. Also Lucinda. And Margo. And Eartha. And P.J. And Chrissie. And Grace. And Annie.

(And probably the Goddess Ani, if I ever listened to her stuff long enough to know).

(Plus don't get me started on the undersung Tina, who played a mean bass for Talking Heads all the way through her pregnancy. You go grrrl!)