I didn't get a lot of your class
But I know it don't come in a shot glass
They try to make me go to rehab, but I say
No
No
No
I have posted this before, but girlfriend is on the cover of Rolling Stone this week.
Whaddya gonna do?
Whaddya gonna do?
Labels: amy winehouse, no no no, rehab
4 Comments:
oh god. I used to hear that song every time I was on my way to rehab. poor Amy...I mean, uh, YUCK.
Can't believe you've been stricken with shingles - I can no longer think of you as super-human. Sorry.
She's become overexposed, not in the topless way. Amy to the nth degree. Not to diminish her talent, its just that I can't escape it.
I resisted it as long as humanly possible, and convinced myself I absolutely hated her even when my girlfriend played that shit day after day. It was like, it would be totally uncool to be digging her.
Then one day I caught myself singing one of her songs to myself and I realized that she wasn't bad at all, and compared to the other crap on the radio she was actually pretty good.
Then I heard her in a club on a dj Mark Ronson remix album and totally flipped on the motown-ish song (Valerie) that she did when it was pumping on a club system.
It was the relentless barrage of marketing hype that turned me off her at first.
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