"Take me to your best friend's house. Marmalade, we're making out--oh, yeah."
The lyrics are simple, and they don't make a whole lot of sense. But the song is an awesome teenage house party in recorded form, the bass is satisfying, and this is the most infectious song I've heard in a long time. Seriously, it's been stuck in my head for days. You're welcome.
What's sexy about it? The idea of making out at your best friend's house is evocative, innocent, and sexy. Lines like "slumber party pillow fight" epitomize the sense of awakening that comes with being a teenager--you're just realizing how hot it can be to roll around with pillows, but you can still get away with doing it.
Bonus things to notice:
--In the spoken-word part, she says, "Let's bump the beats till beddie-bye."
--One of the singers is totally trying to look and sound like The Cure's Robert Smith. It's especially apparent immediately after the spoken-word part.
--The luchadores remind me of the rabbit in Donnie Darko.