In the 70s when I was but a lad in Boy Scouts in the Old Dominion, the elder scouts of my troop used to ask each other about their girlfriends. "Is she healthy?" they'd ask, an adolescent gleam in their adolescent eyes. By which they meant, "Are her tits big?"

How quaint that kind of euphemism seems now! It seemed insidious then, I guess. My son and his peers at a similar age thought nothing of telling any adult in sight to fuck straight off, and so never developed any need or sense of euphemism.
To be fair, the euphemisms of their age are much more insidious: "stimulus," "investment," and "dialogue," to name but a few.

Personally, I'm a "leg man," and so the question of whether any given woman of consenting age is "healthy" or not means nothing to me. Unless I'm casting for "Bübiwulf 2: in 36D." But I digress.

This song "Healthy" is about a woman who flosses and exercises regularly and there's nothing else to be said about it. When a woman has that glow of freshness, why, the whole world is her plaything. I think that's beyond dispute.

It's just a lovely song of appreciation. It uplifts and separates.