Quit soiling my good name! I have refined, elegant and sophisticated tastes in music, as this song clearly shows.
P.s. It isn’t really illustrative of my actual musical proclivities, I just have some blind spots. It was the point of the terrible songs off, but you turned it into an obscene Eurodance/boys band lovefest, and you perfectly know it!
P.s.s. It was my secret weapon to win our competiton, but I didn’t even have to use it.
OMG and JFC, I LOVE THIS SONG! It brings me back to some 2006 maybe, can’t remember exactly, and the awful awful awful fashion trends (like, sweatpants and high heels), too much bronzer on my face, musty discos sweaty bangs. It was absolutely amazing
Aha aha. Blind spots. Got ya.
You posted TWO, not one, but TWO, The Black Eyed Peas songs. Two. But it’s a blind spot.
And there’s a whole trashy, love worthy world of Eurodance songs out there. Maybe you should let me introduce you to it
Wacha gonna do with all that junk
All that junk inside your trunk?
Imma get, get, get, get you drunk
Get you love drunk off my hump
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps
Check it out!
I don’t know what that means, but it’s just beautiful writing.
Listen, I didn’t specify the size of those blind spots alright!