Well, if that's your definition of "pop": Then I nominate Cole Porter:

My story is much too sad to be told,
but practically everything
leaves me totally cold.
The only exception i know is the case,
when i'm out on a quiet spree,
fighting vainly the old ennui
and i suddenly turn and see,
your fabulous face.

I get no kick from Champagne
Mere alchohol doesn't thrill me at all
so tell me why should it be true
that i get a kick
out of you

Some get a kick from cocaine
i'm sure that if i took even one sniff
that would bore me terrif-icly too
yet i get a kick out of you

I mean, rhyming "spree" with "ennui" -- come on!