The album’s only bona-fide misfire is “Private Show,” an innuendo-filled strip-tease of an anthem that’s about as sexy as getting a lap dance from someone with the flu, as Britney’s trademark adenoidal whine sounds more like a sinus infection.
I literally gasped.
They didn't have to do this...
you should have caught them in the early 00s when they were wild and living reckless 
