I don't know what you mean. I don't enjoy it. I'm no particular fan of her voice, though she can hit the notes. As with everything I've heard from her, it's gratingly repetitive, the lyric is sophomoric, there's an equally annoying, repetitive sound in the percussion I don't care for...nothing in the melody has me wanting to reproduce it. So...not that I can see. What you'd have to alter to make it interesting would make it something else by someone else.
I mistrust anyone's opinion when they speak for everyone. There's a lot of modern art that I don't care for...though I don't side with the crowd who believes paintings should be photographs done in brush or that sculpture should be similarly situated.
I'm saying greatness impresses itself on the individual, beyond their visceral response to it. You're only seeing art through that response. That's too limited. So a skilled musician, even if he doesn't respond to the 5th the way I do, can understand the complexity, the skill, even the genius of its composition. He might prefer "The Macarena" but it's unlikely he'll try to tell you it stands on par with the 5th, even if it exceeds it as a vehicle for enjoyment.
Which is why the works of Jackie Collins are considered among the greatest works of fiction instead of Joyce...or, no.
I'd say some things are and others not. So I may come to appreciate beer through wider exposure, but it is my appreciation of the elements of composition, that very exposure, coupled with my natural inclination in relation to forms, that makes my liking the song in question impossible. Short of altering me, through some head trauma or other mental impairment, it's not going to happen. Similarly, everything I know about sex, coupled with my inclinations, makes the thought of approaching congress within my sex impossible for me. There is no circumstance within which I would prefer it to abstinence. So if someone tells me I could choose it if I wanted, I respond that nothing could constitute that necessary step, of wanting to alter it, which seems to rather pointedly put it in the impossible category. And I'd suggest those who could entertain the step aren't so rooted in their own sexuality and would better be termed bisexual, by degrees.