Instead, relish the manipulated vocal bed squeak, the cheeky request to "Leave It In," the urge to yell "where the fuck has this song been my entire lovemaking life?" -- not to mention the impending sense of FOMO/urge to text your ex. Because damn if this isn't a good way to start off your Monday. As if you weren't antsy enough at your desk.
[h/tMiss Info]