9 Britney Spears Lyrics That Could Totally Be About Your Love Of Pizza
I love Britney Spears. I love pizza. So yes, I do appreciate it whenever the two join forces. You want examples? Buckle up, bucko: Once upon a time, Spears played a major role in a pizza-centric Mickey Mouse Club sketch; a few years ago, she was in talks to team up with a Las Vegas pizza joint (what ever happened with that anyway?); according to Spears's alleged grocery list, mini pizzas are her jam (you and me both, Brit Brit). But do you know what the pop deity has not done? She has not recorded a song about 'za....Or so I thought. If you look at Spears's lyrics through a pepperoncini-shaped lens, you might just find a few shoutouts to pizza pie. I know I did.
You want examples? Buckle up, bucko. Here are several Britney Spears lyrics that could very well be about the perfect food item that is pizza.
When your friend tells you she's going to pick up a 'za on her way to your apartment:
Get it get it, get it get it/Get it get it, get it get it/Get it get it, get it get it/[Panting]("I'm a Slave 4 U")
You don't want to leave room for any miscommunication whatsoever, so you go all broken record on your pal.
When you walk into a pizzeria and the smell of dough baking hits your nostrils:
It’s in the air/And it’s all around("Toxic")
Try as it might, the pizza-scented perfume you ordered off of Amazon will never measure up to the real deal.
When you're about to call up your favorite pizza place:
I feel the adrenaline moving through my veins("Circus")
Your heart pounds. Your palms sweat. Your mind goes blank (luckily, you thought ahead and jotted your order down on a Post-It). Is this what love feels like?
When you make an adventurous topping choice:
What's practical is logical/What the hell, who cares?("I'm a Slave 4 U")
You love a salty/sweet combo, so why not give an anchovy and pineapple pizza a try?
When you realize just how much time you spend thinking about pizza:
I spend my days with you/I spend my nights thinkin' about you("Thinkin' About You")
It's probably for the best that pizza can't be ordered via telepathy. Otherwise, you'd be up to your eyeballs in 'za. Literally.
When you open up a fresh pizza box:
Tables are turnin’/My heart is soarin’/You'll never let me down("Unusual You")
Pizza has yet to wrong you. (OK, there was that one time you bit down into a slice only to crack your tooth on an rock-hard olive pit, but you're not one to hold a grudge.)
When you realize "too much pizza" is not a real thing:
Oh, you know I can't get enough of you/Uh-uh, you know that 24 hours won't ever, ever do(“Thinkin’ About You”)
You're preeeeetty confident you could nosh on pizza all day every day without ever getting sick of it.
When you’re ready for your next slice:
Gimme, gimme more/Gimme more/Gimme, gimme more("Gimme More")
Well, what's the holdup?
When you find yourself staring at an empty pizza box:
You never know what you got ’til it's gone/You never know what you got ’til it's gone/You never, you never, you never, you never/You never know what you got ’til it’s/Gone, gone, gone, gone/’Til it's gone, gone, gone, gone/You never know what you got ’til it's gone("'Til It's Gone")
*Sheds a single pepperoni-scented tear.*