In Dover you dont build on a house on a cliff edge unless you want it to fall into the sea. The constant presence of the ocean erodes the seemingly immobile rock, forcing it back day by day, until eventually the sea claims the land for its own. And thus it may be with Katy B. By sheer force of bloody will, and by constant exposure, I think I may be falling for her bland Brit School charms. This song sounds like every other one shes done, but maybe I dont mind it. Sheesh, talk about coming late to the party. The drinks are all necked and theres only ugly fuckers left to pull. Way to go Team Me.