Late date be damned, I couldn’t very well let a choice headline like that go unused.

Not only did I come around to Ke$ha this summer via “Your Love Is My Drug,” after firmly believing she was emblematic of all that’s wrong in the music world, but both she and Whitney Houston have on occasion looked a little, um, rough. One seems to rock the disheveled look intentionally, while the other may not have been having her best day. “Your Love Is My Drug,” if you’re familiar, is the song that includes a choice lyrical caution against becoming a “lovesick crackhead.”

A point of clarification: I still can’t stand Ke$ha (her gutter-trash look, her woo-girl songs, her Auto-Tuned vocals, the dollar sign in her name). I get it, it’s packaged pop music that sells pretty well, but must it be so garish and grating? That Ke$ha’s even in the running for Best New Artist at this year’s VMAs astounds me (almost as much as the fact that MTV is still handing out awards for videos it rarely plays).

Back on topic, let me break my love down. The only thing I really and truly enjoy about “Your Love Is My Drug,” is the chorus. But, oh, what a chorus. The other parts of the song are awful on a yet-unmeasurable scale of terrible, but the song’s chorus has kept me from changing the station every time the tune come on, even (eek!) turning it up on occasion. It’s been stuck in my head for weeks now. So as friends sometimes selfishly do, I figured I might clean my cranium of this stubborn piece of pop by sharing it with you, dear readers, who may not have yet had the pleasure. Skip ahead to :56 in, if you’d rather get right to the good stuff:

“Your Love Is My Drug” spent two weeks at #4 on the Billboard Hot 100 in June, Ke$ha’s third consecutive Top 10 hit. Clubgoers got hooked on “Your Love Is My Drug” too, which reached the top spot on the Billboard Hot Dance Club chart just a couple of weeks ago.

Purchase Ke$ha – “Your Love Is My Drug” via iTunes, Amazon MP3.