It's Poppy. It's Dreamy. It's Pure. It Slays.

FUCKEN FAIRYLAND,YEH? I WANT TO GO TO THERE.
AND IT BEST BE IN BLACK AND WHITE ELSE I PUNCH A SMALL, WEAK CHILD.

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Jesus, look at these sweethearts. Slaying boys, all over the shitting place.

Look. It's simple. This song absolutely destroys the shit out almost any song ever created.
Utterly and almost entirely. That is all. Press play.

And, look, you too can see the najestic simplicity. You, too, can attempt to fathom how this is perfect  pop beauty:

Get the fucken rest yourself.
Also, listen to it again. Right?? Right? Right. Damn fucken right.