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As a friend asked on Twitter today: Has this song always been about date rape?

I used to think it was more like the woman didn’t really want to leave but was sort of talking herself into it.* Kind of like when you’re lying in bed, and you know you SHOULD go to the gym, but you don’t want to, and it’s cold.

*(And, lest anyone misunderstand, I think we can agree that a woman can be legitimately conflicted about whether she wants to stay overnight or leave, and then make a choice to stay, and that such a situation is very different from “she said no but I knew she really meant yes,” which is also a very real and all-too-common situation.)

But now that I’m older and a little wiser/more jaded/more radicalized, I kind of wonder. 

I think it all kind of hinges on one line, really: “Hey, what’s in this drink?” Why does she want to know? Is the drink really tasty or is she suddenly feeling woozy?