Now, I've been told by a certain blogsnob who stole my initials that I need to put a little more effort into my write-ups, despite my insane schedule and lack of readership. So...onto the HATE.
Man, this is absolute horseshit. Taking THIS and adding some obnoxious backing music... VOILA!
The song was the winner of the 1995 Grammy Record of the Year and Best Female Pop Vocal Performance and was nominated for Song of the Year. The song is her biggest US hit, peaking at #2 on the Billboard Hot 100, number one on the Adult Contemporary chart  and also reaching #4 on the UK Singles Chart.
Are you fucking kidding me? What is wrong with people??? They're the worst.
I have a well-documented (to my figurines) issue with covers. Specifically, if you're not adding anything to them musically or vocally, they're bullshit. So how do you think I feel about a vocally weak "singing" of a poem? You guessed it. The same way I feel about a spoken-word version of a song that America inexplicably slurped all over. Someday all you hipsters will come around to worship me, since I HATEd these lazy "musical" nothings before it was cool.
Put on your Guy Who costumes below. It's open.