A toy, every girl must have a toy
The way it make you feel
Every girl has a toy now, baby!
My song of the weekend. Love it! Favorite line is without a doubt: "And when you leave, make sure you don't slam the door because you'll fuck up my concentration." The porn funk groove doesn't hurt either. Holla!
But that's not was inevitable (that shit ain't nothing new, nah mean?), that would be feeling like I was in a rap video. Friday night I was chilling in a VIP room downtown, bored with the whole scene yet throwing up the glasses of champagne (Veuve, if you must know) and dancing on the banquette and shit. I felt like a broke Nicole Ritchie (without that nasty habit, natch). I even got a Wes shoutout from that ubiquitous fellow alum DJ. Not that mofo who was on the mag and had his mug on Chappelle's Show the other week, the one who actually really moves and shakes. I can see the appeal in something like that I guess. It's very attractive when someone else is buying, no doubt.
Posted by Candicissima at February 8, 2004 09:38 PM