John Mayer. Some people say he’s a tool — and maybe he is — but it’s kind of hard to deny that he has the golden voice of a slow-pop God. Even though it was cool to like him four years ago, I have to give the guy props where props are due and say that this is a luscious cover. So luscious I wish it was on iTunes so I could turn it up while I lie on my bed tonight and cry about my very own bad boy, C. Bale.