Holy shit! What's wrong with me? I actually like this song. It's slick and unadventurous, but that chorus is undeniable. One could easily imagine Gwen Stefani delivering the reggae-lite nugget. Even Paris' inflections reek of L.A.M.B.. Her voice is passable -- she's no, um, Brittany Murphy -- but since Ashlee Simpson topped the charts, my expectations for pop stars have ...