Lightweight synth-funk, vaguely redeemed by some mad Isleys guitar. ‘There ain’t no fury like a woman scorned,’ opines the purple one. He ought to imagine a football crowd trying to make a song out of this three-chord guff. They’d invade the Paisley Park pitch and demand a proper chorus for starters.
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I personally think that the song is genius (sort of). He's delibratly made this easy, catchy, fantastic tune. Reminds me of so many other songs and the words fit well.