If SHE doesn't get booked to a psycho ward soon, then I'll be the one who's committed instead after listening to that song one more time. It's either her or me.
It's almost as if there's less money to be made in faux-reggaeton dance music than in pop singles with lascivious lyrics.
That's right, lascivious. We're a classy blog today and nobody is allowed to type with their pinkies.
I guess it isn't just on our music site that we make pointless comparisons - they do it on Facebook, too! And in Canada, if the hockey metaphor is any indication. Yay stereotypes!