I have a rule for any guy I take home: head is a requirement. Not a nice to have, not a participation trophy you hand out when you’re feeling generous. Bonus points if it’s a double down. I have kicked guys out, leaving them all pouty and hard, for breaking this one simple rule, and I did not lose a single fucking night of sleep over any of them. Here’s a piece of advice for anyone who ends up between my sheets: don’t let your manly pride about going down ruin your one shot with me. MaySay has the same policy and made a whole disco song about it, and I have never felt more understood in my life.
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Spooki and uber sexy singer MaySay are doing something genuinely filthy here, and the production has the audacity to sound this fucking polished while doing it. The bassline sits low and tight and MaySay’s voice is front and center sounding like a woman who knows she deserves to be eaten out right and is absolutely not apologetic about making that known. There’s classic disco running through the whole thing, analog textures that feel vintage and deliberate, but she keeps it so rooted in the present tense that it lands less like a throwback and more like a demand.
The first verse is a Friday night told in fast, efficient strokes. She leads with the night she has planned: “Well it was friday night, / and I’m feeling alright, / Ready for a night on the town…” She’s out, she’s decided, and the itinerary is specific: “First I hit the club, and then the afterparty. / After that, I’m ready to get down…” She finds her guy, and here’s where the screening starts: “I found a man, and he knew the plan, / I said baby, you’re coming home with me!” He’s got what she’s looking for on the surface: “He was cool, he had the moves, I could see he wanted to groove…” And then she hits him with the only question that actually matters: “But mister what can that mouth do for me?” She is not asking about his personality.
Then comes the chorus, and MaySay makes her position clear. “Ooooh oooh ooooh, you better eat this pussy right / For breakfast lunch and dinner baby you better eat this pussy right” – MaySay is not coy about what she wants and she is absolutely not framing it as something she’d appreciate if it’s not too much trouble. She is telling him what is going to happen and she is telling him the schedule and the disco production underneath her makes it feel less like a demand and more like an inevitability. He was always going to do this. She just made it official. The audacity of wrapping something this explicit in something this fun is genuinely one of the sexiest creative decisions I have heard in a long damn time.
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I have never once turned down good head on the basis of gender and MaySay is clearly working from the same philosophy, because Sunday rolls around and her next conquest is a woman. “Now it was Sunday brunch, I had a hunch… / I’d find a little something sweet!” She already knows what she’s after before she even walks in the fucking door, “I’m looking for a sister who isn’t into misters / sophisticated but she a freak…” which is a specific and correct thing to require from anyone who gets your Sunday morning. She finds her, “I found a girl, She could rule the world! / Body like i’ve never ever seen…” runs the same evaluation she ran Friday night, “She was cool, she had the moves, I could see she wanted to groove…” and arrives at the same single non-negotiable: “But baby there’s just one little thing…” The standard doesn’t move based on who she’s with, and MaySay delivers the pivot with so little fanfare it carries more weight than if she’d made a whole damn thing out of it. The chorus comes back the same way it left because her requirements were never about gender in the first place. That’s the bi energy this song deserves, and it’s sexy as hell.
The guys in my life now have clearly read the manual, because the first thing they do, before anything below their belt has even had a chance to introduce itself, is get to work. I am very fucking generous in my appreciation of that kind of initiative. It took some trial and error to curate this situation. Some casualties. Some very pouty, very hard casualties who assumed their enthusiasm elsewhere would compensate for skipping the main event. It did not. MaySay wrote the song I wish I could have played them on the way out the door.
