More song lyrics I don't believe:
“I want a girl with a short skirt and a loooong jacket.” --Cake. (no you don't, Cake. You want a hooker. Or at least a dominatrix with fingernails that shine like justice, who goes by the name “Kitty” and drives a White Crystler LeBaron. Totally sounds like most of the go-getting women I know. Oh wait.)
“Brother wanna thank your mother for a but like that.” --Salt n' Pepa (Somehow I don't think they are serious...at least I hope not. What an awkward conversation that'd be: “Hi Carl's mom, I'm Pep, and I just wanted to thank you for birthing this fine piece of ass. Truly, look at him from behind. Daaaaamn.” Just doesn't sound like the conversation one would/should/could have with one's paramour's mother.)
“At night I lock the door so no one else can see...”--Madonna (oh Madge. You wrote and photographed a book called “SEX”. Somehow I don't actually see you locking the door where no one else can see, you voyeuristic freak.)
“Fo' sheezy my neezy keep my arms so breezy.” --Jay-Z. (???????????????????????????????)
“I can catch the moon in my hand, don't you know who I am? Remember my name! FAME!” --Irene Cara (Unfortunately for you, Irene Cara, the only reason people will remember your name is when it is tagged along with two words: Flashdance or Fame. Which is cool and all, but being that those two songs are now both old enough to rent cars and drink, maybe it's time to do something else. Maybe “Fame” shouldn't have been your very first hit. Kinda sets the bar a wee bit too high. And FYI: Just because one has “FAME” they cannot alter the course of celestial beings. They can try, but don't think they actually can. In case anyone forgot to tell you: The moon is very large.)
