Lily Allen - 'Who'd Have Known'
So, the smoke's clearing and the noise is dying down. Lily's walked away from the internet, refuses to interact with the people who were calling her names, or indeed anyone who isn't right in front of her face or on her phone, and has claimed she's giving up music too.
Personally, I don't care if she never looks at Twitter ever again, but if she's serious about the music thing, that's awful. Cos no matter what you may think about the things she says about the hot topics of the day, as a living, breathing, songwriting, singing, sentient Pop Star, Lily Allen is pretty hard to beat.
We need more of her kind, not less, and frankly, Kate Nash and Pixie Lott aren't quite up to par.
(Here's the video. It's nearly as good as the one for 'Bad Romance', and contains a fake Elton John. What more do you NEED, peoples?)
This is the song which Lily had written and sung and finished and THEN suddenly realised she'd nicked the chorus off 'Shine' by Take That. So off she went to ask Mark Owen if he would like her to pay royalties, and he very kindly said no.
It's nice that he did, because this really doesn't have anything to do with the That's most chipper of knees-upses. It's a whisper-soft, doubtful, hopeful, fragile little thing, where all the evidence that Lily's fella is really into her is laid out for all to see, next to her fears that maybe something isn't quite taking off in the way that it should.
The verses are quiet and timid, vulnerable little Lily explaining that she's been reading a lot into your every little thought and gesture and maybe, hopefully, it might mean that you, y'know, like having her around?
Then there's the chorus, which blossoms up, chasing that delicious dream as far as it will go, a very glass-half-full-and-getting-fuller kind of thing.
It's not often that pop music gets to explore the fizzy excitement of the honeymoon period without getting all sexually pneumatic about things. This captures the glow, the grin and the shyness in a ridiculously cute, tummy-turny-overy sort of a way, and should serve as a reminder that a pop world without Lily Allen is a pretty rubbish place to live.
So, y'know, in your face, Twitterbullies...