Seeing how I can't even understand a word of what she is saying, this album is truly amazing and one of the most fun and meaningful poppy records that I my ears have ever had the pleasure of in-gulping. Each song has a meaningful theme compare to the female pop albums that are laughably created here in the states, most of them are severe guilty pleasures. Easily the poppyest song on the album, Mashi Haddi, is about an obliviously hot guy ( to the females) that takes her for granted, and even she could have so much better sticks out with him, and in turn makes him suffer in ways not mention in the song.
