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1950s:
Ooohhh babby sugarmuffin honeybunny! Too much of you is the reason I have diabetes, but I love it and can't stop! I'm slightly worried what my Mom and Dad will say about all my rotten teeth, though. I may get grounded. Sha-la-la Oooga Booga!

1960s:
You're my funky catchphrase, that makes my dictionary suddenly extract itself from the shelf and into my head, tagging along to every hoppin' party. We're younger than our parents were at our age. Rock all night!

1970s:
You're not a machine. You're not a city. Let me compare you in language reminicent of long-dead poets, just a bit modernized for comprehension, to all living things of beauty and freedom. Let me compare you to the birds that fly free, to the stars that shine and night, to the river that runs wild. Let me compare you to the trees that stand strong in the storm, and to flowers and plants that change with each season, especially the kind I like to smoke.

1980s:
This sudden hi-tech invasion has made me strangely introspective. I'm the one for you, baby. Nobody else can describe their excessively dramatic feelings, in dramatic metaphors and preppy synth-comp, the way I can. We shall break free, we shall roam wild in the night, like the romantic stereotype of outlaws that we yearn to embody.

1990s:
Let me tell you, in plain speech, why I like you. I will accompany my words with a sufficiently tuned guitar. Like, that time when we went to that beach at night. I look through our old yearbook, and a tear falls from my eye. I was too young to understand that I was really stupid. Why did I lie?

2000s:
Suddenly living in the future makes me ponder many things. When did piano become the new guitar, for example? But you have to admit it adds a certain emotional pitch to a song that would otherwize just be about riding the train home from a night on the town. But the ride is just a metaphor, you see. You can decide what it means. I liked that dress you wore.

2010s:
Love? Oh, you mean having sex? Yeah, let's do that. Yes, right now. While waiting in line at Starbucks. Nobody understands us. They all hate us. We're so much older than our parents were at our age. Let's make an edgy song to spread the message.
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