Tex
Striker
I've heard this Sam Smith song recently that everyone seems to be jizzing over. Is this what passes for soul now? Some whining fanny wanting to lay down next to a bird. Not shag her, not make sweet love to her, just lay down next to her. It's hard to concentrate on the song for the deafening sound of Marvin Gaye spinning in his grave.The squares reign supreme, so what you get is Sam smith, ed sheeran etc