Phil Collins’ post-divorce sex party album is darker than I could have ever imagined.
Tag: 1980s
Phil Collins pretends to be a cockney fishmonger and listens to people having sex through hotel walls. This is not a joke.
That big drum roll part isn’t as good as you all think that it is.
Sorry, but your princess is in probably whatever castle you want because you’re living in a white male power fantasy.
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