Sparkle and R. Kelly's "Be Careful" is a he-said/she-said smackdown worthy of Tammy and George or Conway and Loretta. No one believes they can fly here.
Alternate choice: Shellac - "Didn't We Deserve a Look at You the Way You Really Are"
I like repetition in music. I'm not talking about the same hoodly-woodly guitar solo from some finger-tapping poodle-sniffer or a Miley Cyrus chorus or a radio jingle. I'm talking about those songs that lock into a minimal, sustained repeating pattern. When exposed to this repetition, the concentrated hypnosis laser brain picks up on the tiniest, subtlest changes in the pattern, which in their turn completely rewire the subconscious freak zone of the pleasure hemisphere, creating a reversal of accepted cultural listening habits and turning the careful listener into a glowing blue flesh computer. It's called science, jerk, look it up.