womp.

sorry. i have like, zero time right now. but HEY thanks for being a champ and not punching me in the mouth in my sleep for it. buuuuut i have a little time for a mediocre things to tide you over for the next week.

bad lyrics time. HOOODY HOOOOOO.

preface: had a huge dance party last night. 90's style. so, we are doing terrible 90's music. brace yourself. so stallion.

everybody - backstreet boys

am i original? yeah. am i the only one? yeah. am i sexual? yeah.

are you making me want to vomit? yeah. do i wish i was with harold pan right now? yeah.

in english, you learn about rhetorical questions and repetition for effect. if you didn't, womp. backstreet boys missed both of those attempts. still love you though, nick carter.

i'm too sexy - right said fred

i'm too sexy for my shirt, love, body, etc.

whoever likes this song has some internal issues they need to work out. right said fred creepily whispers all of the things he is too sexy for, which makes me borderline uncomfortable.

ketchup song - las ketchup

i'm banging my head on a wall right now. i forgot how terrible this song was. english or spanish. ketchup or mustard. potato or po-tat-oe.

heaven - los lonely boys

there aren't really too terrible of lyrics in this song, but it is the reasons babies cry at night.