Jane Russell's Is There Anyone Here For Love? would be a great one, too. Remember her vamping in that gym filled with gorgeous muscle-boys, none of them paying her the slightest bit of attention?

Oh, there's tons of tunes that would fit the bill. I mentioned Porter because so many of his songs are filled with innuendo, him having to write with a double-edged pen and all.

We could start a new trend! All across America, rabid haters would find themselves faced with conscientious objectors singing their hearts out. Yay!