I’m Not Bossy, I’m the Boss by Sinéad O’Connor
She’s driving the blade deep into one’s heart even as she molests the person’s jacket in loving, obscene ways.
She’s driving the blade deep into one’s heart even as she molests the person’s jacket in loving, obscene ways.
Dear god, make it stop.
Everyone’s favorite chain-smoking, slurry drunken aunt is back for another party of one.
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.