My wife really likes Katy Perry, and now, so do I.
Let me first qualify that statement. My wife has really good taste in music, but there's the occasional Katy Perry/Miley Cyrus hiccup in there. She listens to these songs that aren't supposed to be cool or any good, but in a matter of time they seep in and mercilessly overtake my brain.
I could sing Miley Cyrus' "The Climb" in its entirety for you right now. I cannot listen to Katy Perry's "Friday Night" without air-slapping the bass every time it gets to that part on the verses. When Katy Perry's music comes on the radio, I do not turn it off, I turn it up. The hooks are simply undeniable.
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So, I made it to the end of the year with that secret, and I can keep it no longer. Thanks for being a shoulder to cry on.