lover to lover by florence and the machine
well okay
Lady Marmalade!
Acceptable!
Threashold by Sex Bob-omb
The first line says it all.
“We are Sex Bob-omb and we’re here to make you think of death and get sad and stuff”
My Hands by Leona Lewis.
Everyone is going to be sobbing their faces off.
Source: youjustwaitandsee