i give up. whitney could sing the phone book, i'd still melt like a glob of bregott on hot teflon. there is just something about her voice that makes me feel completely calm and euphoric at the same time. even when she sings the most cheesfilled lyrics, with the most crack piped voice, with the most ridiculous melody (i crashed down, and i tumbled, but i did not -pause pause pause- CRUM-BLE) i still capitulate.
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