Liz Fair's Lyrics Aren't First Person Narratives Necessarily

Liz Fair's 18 song debut a travel log whose landmarks are the evil men she's let wreak havoc upon her. The glaringly inconsistent lyrics make fair sound like a Freudian wet dream. She spent years cooped up in her bedroom with a task am writing primitive pop songs about all the boys she's fucked and how they soon fucked her over exile and guyville. Her album web smart will get to a low key my favorite album but she just keeps getting again self professed blowed open.