A rare treasure

By this we mean, fond readers, a Mariah Carey song which doesn't make you want to go to the nearest kitchen, take a hand-held food processor and apply it, switched on, to your ears. Instead of warbling about butterflies, aspartame and inappropriate touching, Mary-Ahh seems to be talking about control and female domination and such. We like it when people who don't have a spine at least put up the pretence that they do.



Vair Janetjacksonwhenshewasgood no?
If you refuse to listen to the song at all, please do so if not purely to hear La Carrey 'rap'. Give her a break, it was 1993.