Your Body Is a Duckberg

My main problem with the John Mayer song "Your Body Is a Wonderland" (besides the fact that it's the sort of vapid song that guy with a guitar at a college party plays in an effort to go to bed with a lady) is that I'm not entirely certain what kind of a connection he's trying to make. I mean, I'm pretty sure he's not trying to convey the message: "Oh, you sweet thing, your body reminds me of a heavily wooded underground monarchy inhabited by playing cards, talking animals, and mythological creatures, as imagined by a guy who may or may not have been smoking a lot of opium." And yet, that's all I can think of whenever I hear it. I mean, if Wonderland was not a well-known fictional place, and was just some term he coined, then sure, whatever Mayer, knock yourself out, but as it stands he might as well be singing "Your Body Resembles Narnia" or "Your Body Reminds Me Of McDonaldland" a comparison that I doubt any lady would exactly appreciate. But I digress.