I used to LOVE Britney Spears – I was about 12. There was something about her, the faux rock based music. The fact that all her song’s sound the same meant I could listen to the whole album continuously and not even realise. Of course being hot helped – Obviously this was way before she cut all off her hair. I’m sorry Britney – I jest. But really you were my first introduction to pubity and I thank you, soft core porn that you provided. Sat up on my wall looking down – I prayed to you every night, you were my God. Ok it was mainly for things like chocolate dipping sauce, thongs and all sorts of nasty sex toys, but I pray I did. I wanted you, I needed you, I loved you. Knowing you looked down on me from on high. The power of bluetack kept you above me whilst I slept, the first thing I saw in the morning and the last thing at night. So this is too you Britney, with Love x
This is a story about a boy named Alex…
He wakes up
With a knock, knock, knock on the door
It’s time wake up to,
Her perfect smile
It’s you he’s waiting for.
Isn’t she lovely
This Hollywood girl
And he says,
she’s so lucky, she’s a star
But why cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart, thinking
If there is nothing missing in her life
Then why do these tears come at night.
Lost in her image, crazy dream
But there’s no one there to wake her up!
And the world is spinning, and she keeps on winning
But tell me what happens when it stops?
And they go,
“Isn’t she crazy, this Hollywood girl?”
And he say she’s so crazy, but sexy star
But she cut, cuts, and shave her hair
I think theres someting missing in her life
She’ll sit and cry cry cry at night
“Best actress, and the winner is…Britney!”
“I’m Alex Towler for Crystal News standing outside the arena waiting for Britney”
“Oh my god…here she comes!”
Isn’t she lucky, this Hollywood girl?
She is so lucky
But why does she cry?
If there’s nothing
missing in her life
Why do your tears come at night