Meg White is very sexy in an arctic sort of way. She likes to hide behind her drums and she doesn’t always photograph well, but there’s something about her. Maybe it’s her veneer of mystery. She’s compelling and interesting precisely because she never says anything, so you have to suspect that she’s got all kinds of amazing stories and secrets that she’s just not telling. Or it could be that’s she’s simply a very shy person. Anyway, this is an incredibly sexy song both on its own and as a rare clue on Meg. Imagining it as a personal statement would be a stretch too far, because she’s obviously not the kind of person who’d put a personal statement in a song, but it does completely suit her persona. It’s a taciturn person’s declaration of desire, a love note from someone who occupies a lonely home in the tundra, either literal or figurative. You can easily imagine a shadowy Meg White, swathed in polar bear fur, mooning about in a creaky old isba somewhere in Siberia, feeding her reindeer and keeping a candle in the window for her lover. A glamorous image, but most likely another one of tricksy Jack’s acts of mythmaking. The real Meg White resides in Los Angeles.