My humps.

FYI, Alanis Morissette has made a cover of the Black Eyed Peas song “My Humps.”

The words are all there, but the poppy upbeat music has been replaced with strained, intense vocals and a mellow down beat that makes me feel like I’m watching a movie about a little girl in war-time Europe who’s got no one else in the world but her dog and a bird that comes to sing to her every morning while she hides in some kind-hearted farmer’s shed.

I know this song is intended to be sort of, well, “slutty,” in the sense that college girls with certain dispositions use it as an excuse to shake their underwear-less ass. But Alanis sounds like a really sad prostitute in Las Vegas. To be fair, she sounds like she is channeling the spirit of a sad prostitute with a heart of gold and a tender spirit, but still…

A destitute lady of the night isn’t even in the same league as loose college girls. A prostitute pays her own bills.