Title: Perfect album for self-masochist
Product review: If you consider yourself one who enjoys self-abuse, or even the abuse of others, then this is the album for you. Few other works are able to reach this plateau. Yoko Ono did it, and now J. Lo.Not only are the lyrics stilted and disgustingly vain, but the liner notes are as horrible as this "actress'" body of work via celluloid. If I had to describe this album it would be this: a pile of wretched trash, floating atop a dung heap on the river sewage, it's captain one J.Lo. -- a pseudo film "star" and self-styled "singer."Caution: should you listen to this album more than two times in a row you run the risk of suicide.Please for the love of life and all that is pure and innocent in this world, stop J.Lo. She cannot be allowed to contaminate the airwaves any longer. Put an end to her miserable career by burning all J.Lo CD's. Do it for the children.
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