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substituteEveryone is named Kaylee or Ashleigh or Abilene or Tadra or Shammara or Beckye or Lynzie or Rayline or Sharmi. Almost all of them are less than 25 years old. There are a lot of trucker hats. I think I saw the word "chillaxin'" again. Everyone is down for whatever.
It's as though Viacom had bombed Orange County with Nu Metal Stupid Gas.
Where is my beautiful, brainy, poised, creative, fascinating 30-something princess?
Answer? She married a mortgage broker in 1998.
Oh, show me the way to the next little girl
Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why
Show me the way to the next little girl
Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why
For if we don't find the next little girl
I tell you we must die, I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you, I tell you we must die
Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whiskey, oh, you know why
It's as though Viacom had bombed Orange County with Nu Metal Stupid Gas.
Where is my beautiful, brainy, poised, creative, fascinating 30-something princess?
Answer? She married a mortgage broker in 1998.
Oh, show me the way to the next little girl
Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why
Show me the way to the next little girl
Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why
For if we don't find the next little girl
I tell you we must die, I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you, I tell you we must die
Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whiskey, oh, you know why