Lover by Taylor Swift
She goes full circle back to pop-country and damn it, I can’t unlike her at all.

She goes full circle back to pop-country and damn it, I can’t unlike her at all.

Hello there, my boyfriend with that gorgeous voice. Keep singing while I iron the laundry, thanks.

Yes, happiness begins from the rear ends of the three lads.

The male Adele has arrived, ladies and gentlemen.

Madonna’s plan to stay relevant is to be boring and woke in her best Minnie Mouse voice.

Tay Tay’s evil older stepsister is trying so, so hard.

Lorde lost her boyfriend, so this is her sad album.

Slur your words, act like you’re drugged to the gills, blah blah blurb… congrats, you’re now Lana Del Rey.

Who would’ve thought a Taylor Swift album can be transformed into a collection of exquisite male angst and feels?

Of course I discover them two years after they broke up.
