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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.