Tuesday, August 21, 2007

My, My, Miss American...

My, my Miss American... whore?
Drove my Mommy Van to school
And then to the store
But I stumbled and I fumbled
As I fell in the door
The good ole' boys were drinking vodka and Coors
Singin' "This'll be the day that I score!
This'll be the day that I score. Y'all."

Britney, Britney, Britney. WTF? I suppose it's slightly better than coochie shots and see-through nipple shirts, but still. Girl, where's y'alls personal stylist?

1 comment:

jackie said...

You missed your calling as a song writer :)