You Think You're All That
because he kows he's a superstar. he could have his pick of girls but he chose her. i want to be happy for her, i really do. but there's something about that dude that don't sit well with me. you better not turn my girl into something she's not. we may sound like her two ugly step sisters but we know what's shady and what's just flat-out dodgy. and i'm sorry to say, dude, you and us can never be pals because we've made up our minds about you. call it a boyan thing, call it whatever. save the superstars and the rockstars for the lasses who really need them. me? gimme europe any day, man. an old chateau to live in with a south american painter hottie, thanks.