Oh dear. After the sassy strut of 'Don't Cha', the Dolls go all ickle wickle and profess their undying love, devotion and emotional dependence on their men in a Disney Club ballad that's conservative to the core and drips its goo with all the charm of drool dribbling from a sleeping tramp's mouth. And that's no charm at all. I'll tell you something for nothing though ladies, if any of you were my girlfriend and u wanted 2 stickwitme then u wouldn't be going out dressed like that.
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