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The important thing is Bedingfield knows exactly what she's doing. She's got a single ready for every adolescent emotion, a tastefully-produced response to every question of "what does it all mean?" Bedingfield is also aware of how-thanks to Britney and every other manufactured automaton with breasts-most people perceive pop stars as people who can't sing or write their own songs. She even goes so far as to insist "these words are my own" on the opening track. Fair enough. Especially since she can actually sing-something the UK has recognized with triple platinum album sales and one cheap trophy after another. The real test now is whether or not she'll be the next Kylie (a European pop diva D.O.A. Stateside). For now, Mandy insists you buy one copy for every one of your younger cousins.