Chris Pratt in the new EW Portraits.
Lily Allen has a kickin’-up-dirt spaghetti string anthem about how a guy really nails it as a boyfriend and makes her feel secure, like she finally found the right prototype. It’s what thousands of songs have been written about. And then, out of nowhere, she comes in with a tumbleweed chorus about how his dick game is trash and that it completely ruins him for her. If there’s ever a reason to hate Lily Allen, this completely demolishes that reason.