Do You Want To Touch My...

Weirdo is at it again! Let me paint the picture:

1. I sit right across from my boss, but my computer screen acts as a shield, guarding my eyes from his lame face.
2. Everday, I listen to a playlist created by LastFM, which plays aloud through speakers on my phone
3. I LOVE music, so I listen to various genres: rock, soul, electro, acid-jazz...whatev.

Now that I have that out of the way, here goes:

Today, i'm listening to my David Bowie playlist, in my own world [as usual]. Gary Glitter comes on, and I loveeeeeeeee Gary Glitter [personal sidenote, lol]. The song "Do You Want To Touch Me" begins playing...i'm sooo feeling it; singing along silently...you get the idea. The songs goes something like this: "Do you want to touch, do you want to touch, do you want to touch me there...yeahhhh, yeahhhh."

Weirdo leans over [he must lean back in order to see me because of the "wall" created by my computer set-up] and says:

Weirdo: "Do you know what that song is talking about?"
Me: "Uuhhh, touch?" [duh'ing in my head]
Weirdo: "No, no. Do you know what he's talking about touching?"
Me: [this occurs in my mind] "What a f*cking weirdo"
Weirdo: "Do you want to touch his big toe, that's what he's referring to."
Me: [shakes head & wants to pound fist into desk from frustration]

Why must I ALWAYS receive commentary on the music i'm listening to?
SHUT UPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!