AAAHH MEN!

Sharp, like eyeliner in the morning after a sleepless night. A mixture of irritation and attraction, when the brain screams "run," and the body sings along to the bass. Everything in this track is like a battle between self-deprecation and lust: raw, brilliant, and hilariously honest. Here, love is a duel where the weapons are verbal audacity and a touch of autotune. Echoes of street chaos, velvet anger, humour on the tip of the tongue. Chemistry that can't be cured with common sense. When he's a toxic ideal, she's too smart to fall for it, but she stays anyway, just to make sure that yes, he's still "ugly and damn good-looking."