
A slick, sun-flecked midtempo pop song, it's as devoid of substance as a zero-calorie rice cake. Featuring a rap from Sean Kingston that serves no discernible purpose other than to widen its appeal to US radio programmers, it's hard to shake the feeling that this is more a piece of product than a living, breathing pop song. That's a shame, because Bedingfield remains a likeable performer with a better than average voice.

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