Kind of reminds me of that old joke about the ugly opera singer...a man hears a record of an opera singer and just falls in love with the sound of her voice. So, he goes to the opera and sees her perform. He is just smitten by her. Though the opera is in another language he is so moved by her tenderness and longing that he can't help himself -- he HAS to meet her. So he gets backstage and though he knows she is caked in makeup he cannot help but swear undying love to her and he asks her out.
They go out, wine and dine. He asks her to sing as much as possible -- she sings the menu, she sings the cell phone ring, she sings all the time. After a whirlwind romance, on a whim they decide to go to Vegas and get married.
The morning after, the makeup is gone and morning breath has arrived and he comes to his senses as he watches her sleep. Suddenly she awakes and asks him "What?"
"Sing, dammit, sing!" is all he can say.
Well, with Shania, the opposite is absolutely true....Don't sing! Don't sing!