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Dammit. I've been avoiding Amy Winehouse because:
a) any song with the lyrics "they tried to make me go to rehab but I said no, no, no" (which was all I knew about her music) makes me feel squeamish. Particularly in the light of the watch-me queens (your garden-variety Lohans, Spearses, etc) and their collective bad behavior.
b) from my limited knowledge of Winehouse's behavior, she's a garden-variety flower herself.
But dammit, I finally heard the song today and it completely rocked. Just goes to show: can't judge a book by her cover-story.
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