'The Girl In Golden Boots' Review
(To the tune of 'These Boots Were Made for Walking')
They say you are a felon with a future,
I'm gonna ditch my pretty mind for you,
Herniate my disc and take the risk of whiplash,
Re-live disco and stomp for dough in Malibu.
And now you dump me on my ass like refuse
Saying I'm too wide to lure in paying queues,
Sour my youth, turn me uncouth for small change
Feed me junk food like a critter in a zoo.
Well, these glutes are made for stalking,
And that's just what they'll do
One of these days these glutes are gonna
Stalk all over you.
(boym boym boym boym boym boym
boym boym boym boym boym boym
boym)
C'mon glutes, start stalking:
Whee!
(ba da ba da)
Whee!
(ba da ba da)
*crash*
(ba da ba da)
.....sirens......
(ba da ba da)
CLEAR!
(ba da ba da)