The provocation is deliberate: to reframe the affair as a form of honesty, a refusal of a script written by other people. It flatters itself and thrills itself in equal measure, and the fire it plays with is real whichever way you decide to read the argument.
The pose is seductive and self-serving at once, and the copy will not pretend otherwise. There is a genuine idea buried in it about desire refusing to be legislated, alongside a great deal of very convenient rationalisation.
The music is sly and incendiary, delighting in the damage. A knowing groove, a smirk in the low end, heat that clearly enjoys the trouble it is causing.
The arc turns transgressive and unrepentant here. Play it when you want the argument at its most dangerous and least apologetic.