The Culprit
The Offending Lyric
You put it down like New York City
(I never sleep) Wild like Los Angeles
(My fantasy) Hotter than Miami
(I feel the heat) Oh, Miss International Love
Why is it bad?
That's why.
The Offending Lyric
You put it down like New York City
(I never sleep) Wild like Los Angeles
(My fantasy) Hotter than Miami
(I feel the heat) Oh, Miss International Love
Why is it bad?
That's why.
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