Me and the Boss get Ga-Ga. Really, we do. Not so sure she can sing or tickle the keys without getting’ all tangled up, but she can put on a show. And she can make a circus out of any stage. Barnum and Bailey got nothin’ over on her.
She's a fine lookin' woman. Most of the time, though, she looks like a glittered up fire hydrant to me. Just show me where I’m to lift my leg and I’m all over it. Literally.
Ga-Ga is to costuming as Adam Lambert is to a high note.
But without Ga-Ga, we’d be adrift. Like a lost puppy. We need a planet too far to prove cashmere is heaven when it orbits our skin.
She's a fine lookin' woman. Most of the time, though, she looks like a glittered up fire hydrant to me. Just show me where I’m to lift my leg and I’m all over it. Literally.
Ga-Ga is to costuming as Adam Lambert is to a high note.
But without Ga-Ga, we’d be adrift. Like a lost puppy. We need a planet too far to prove cashmere is heaven when it orbits our skin.
Beyonce and all those other Bojangle jokers try to take their shit over the top, too, but the Boss tells ‘em to keep it in the closet. Looks like they’re tryin’ a bit too hard. There’s only one Ga-Ga to a generation. Madonna killed his. Ga-ga gots this one.
So what if it looks like a mirrored disco wingback chair.
But here’s the thing. A lot of runway shit looks like it was run off the road. I mean really, a fine woman is gonna wear these duds? Where? Certainly not to soccer practice. But someone's gotta shine the light out too far beyond reason, reality, comfort and good taste. Why not?
Beauty is the benchmark. Ugly is still ugly... but when it's outrageous, it can be fun... for a night. Just don't sit down. It's easier to leave and get outta my sight.
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