Another song that Matt and I heard numerous times on the radio when we shared an office was Breathe by Faith Hill. I still hear it more often than anyone ever should, actually, thanks to mix 93.1. It truly is one of the queerest songs in existence, and the lyrics are awful, which is why we usually come up with our own. Whenever she gets to the part where she sings, “I can feel you breathe”, I’d sing, “I can smell your pee”. Is that kinda gross? Yeah. So what? Don’t judge me!
I also clearly remember Matt, whenever she belted out, “Just breathe!”, would sing, “Jaspreet”. I guess he thought the song was about an Indian gentleman.
So there you have it. Thanks for nothing, Faith Hill!