It’s kinda funny really. I was Just Married in 2007, and now I find myself Riding In Cars With Boys driving down the Freeway, trying to get to 8 Mile road. My GPS is broken, my dress is covered in Bongwater, and I’m completely Clueless as to where I am. Man, this town has got me Spun.
I wish I was back in Sin City. They treat me like I’m King Of The Hill there. If the Cherry Falls out of my drink, there’s a dozen guys there in a second to pick it up and tell me how Drop Dead Gorgeous I am. I know their all just trying to find their way into my Little Black Book, but they gotta realize that my Happy Feet just don’t walk into any guy’s room; because a Girl Interrupted by a boy is just another girl who has given up on her dreams.
God my life is tough. Maybe I should do another line. What’s the worst that could happen?
Hindsight Unseen 