Too much sex on the radio (and a semantics discussion)

Now that I'm a mom of an almost intermediate-level elementary school child, I worry that I may turn into a bit of an Anita Bryant, lambasting musicians for their lack of decency.

(Disclaimer:  I am not anti-gay.)

I am increasingly concerned about music lyrics especially since N (age 9) has discovered the......radio.

What I hear on the radio is loads and loads of sexual innuendo.  Some of it she doesn't get like Skylar Grey's "C'mon Let Me Ride" because she says stuff like, "That is so weird.  A song about riding a bike" (even though Grey is not talking about a Huffy or Schwinn).  Or Flo Rida's "Blow My Whistle."

But there are other more obvious to a kid references in other songs, like Bruno Mars' "Locked Out of Heaven" in which he sings, "Your sex takes me to paradise."

I try not to freak out (on the outside), although I most certainly am (on the inside).  I try to remember that I liked Madonna's "Like a Virgin" when I was a kid, and I can imagine that my mother felt the same way as I do now.

I neither want nor expect my kids to watch Lawrence Welk.  I certainly don't want to listen to nothing but gospel hymns.  I like pop music.  I just don't want my daughter knowing too much about funky jungle sex before she is like, 25.

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Speaking of funky jungle sex, I recently bought Mars' "Unorthodox Jukebox" and listened to the song, "Gorilla."

Now I think Bruno Mars is a very, very talented singer, but that song has to be one of the dumbest I've ever heard in my life.  "Making love like.....gorillas????"

I'm going to go out on a limb here, but I doubt very seriously that in Jane Goodall's research on mountain gorillas she ever referred to their copulating as making love.
Sex?  Fine.
Intercourse? Great.
Coitus?  Excellent.
Making love?  STUUUUUUUUPID.