Jennifer Lopez wishes she would’ve met her current boyfriend as a teen in the blithesome “First Love.”
A drilling synth open the single, setting a quizzical tone. She had figured she would stay at home and catch up on her television shows. But her said her work party would be more fun if she was there. After refusing a shot, one of her friends’ co-workers had mentioned to expect a little bit of craziness. She continued talking to him throughout the evening and exchanged contact information with him. It had been a couple years since she met someone she would actually consider dating. Now, as he kisses her body, she wonders why it took her so long to meet him. (“See I know a little bit something good/Always comes out of a little bit something bad/And I wasn’t looking for someone new/Till you came down/Giving me the best the time I’ve had/And now you’re on my skin/Body to body/Working me out/Yeah you, you play to win/Rocking me steady/Round after round/Oh, oh.”)
In the chorus, she would’ve liked to have known him at sixteen. She would’ve skipped the her first ex-boyfriend who only wanted to sleep her and dumped her when she said no. She wouldn’t have gone for her first serious boyfriend, who was distant and cold. Her disasterous marriage never would’ve happened nor would’ve the guy she dated too soon afterwards, convinced it would work out. (“I wish you were my first love/‘Cause if you were my first/Baby there wouldn’t have been no second, third or fourth love/Oh, oh/I wish you were my first love/‘Cause if you were my first/Baby there wouldn’t have been no second, third or fourth love/Oh, oh I.”)
An unrequited crush of hers got married and she thought that was it. She had adjusted to the idea of being single forever. But now, she’s actually thinking about marriage again. She can wear her sweats around him and have a snotty nose from sinuses, he will still love her. (“Mistakes I don’t worry ‘bout them no more/‘Cause you got me, I’m on Cloud 9/So good, knowing I can just keep it real/T-shirt and jeans/See you making me feel so fly/And now you’re on my skin/Body to body/Working me out/Yeah you, you play to win/Rocking me steady/Round after round/Oh, oh.”)
The chorus is sung again.
In the bridge, while on her own, she has been able to do things she how she wanted. Now, she wants him to sit next to her as she claps once her favorite character appears onscreen. She wants him beside her in bed, kissing her shoulder. She wants him to hear him say “Jen, can you pass me the plate?” (“You make me wanna ride again/‘Cause I, I wanna hear you say my name/‘Cause I/You make me wanna ride again/‘Cause I, I I I/You make me wanna ride again/‘Cause I, I wanna hear you say my name/‘Cause I/You make me wanna ride again/‘Cause I, I I I/Oh, oh.”)
The chorus is sung twice to end the single.
Lopez’s besotted vocals have learned to approach relationships with realistic expectations. She no longer looks for the fairytale. She’s also getting aware of time and how short it actually is. She wasted her time with guys who weren’t worth it. She would’ve a spent of a majority of her life with her current boyfriend she made the right decisions. It’s also notable she survives her first Pitbull-free single, fully liberated from the staleness of it.
The sparkling “First Love” dumps the on-off again, codependent loser and finds something real.