First of all, ditch the Faux-kleys for some Ray-Bans, even if they're fake too.
You can keep the Clash t-shirt, it's the only part you got right.
The light stonewash jeans need to go, though, bro. Think more like the James Dean that smoked and drove a Porsche roadster than the Jimmy Dean that sells chubs of sausage.
Your boots were okay, but Skechers? Really?
But, most of all... thank you. Getting a glimpse of your lyrics notebook will definitely be the highlight of my day. I believe that your tortured refrain went something like:
"Hey, strange lady.
In your sugarnight way,
Let me fill your empty
cave.Hey, strange lady.
Won't you be my baby
and let me steal your vacant
sign."
Thanks a mint, friend. Thanks a mint.

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You and me both know life has a way of rewarding guys like that, though. It's our burden to bear -- being too smart and witty for our own good.
That's what I keep telling myself, anyway.
Those lyrics are kind of turning my stomach.
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