Damn you, Edna.

I am reading Buffy/Giles fic. Smutty Buffy/Giles fic. I don't know if it's boredom (I am stuck at the parental abode right now) or the sheer... wrongness of it all that's keeping me going. ::shakes head and goes back to Giles in his navy boxer shorts::

Bachelorette

No reason, I just listened to it while reorganizing my CDs. I haven't heard it in a while. Such a slinky sassy beautiful girl. I recognize her in a couple of the other girls' portraits on the new CD.

Bachelorette
You climb on rooftops, oh, you
Bachelorette
You can turn dust into champagne
You even dream about his na-na-name

Bachelorette
The bridge of painted pain
For bachelorettes
You tried to show him that he can
But you can never rush a man
You must remember

You're a callgirl
You're a star, girl
You are at the door
The tide will turn
There's a window
There's a window

Yeah and
You climb on rooftops and you
hmmmm
You tried to show him that he can
But you can never rush a man
Yeah and I'll say

Bachelorette
The things you do girls to your
Bachelorettes
You thought that mmm
And tight it is
And that I lie-li-di-di-di
You must remember

You callgirl
You're a star girl
You are at the door
The tide will turn
There's a window
There's a window

Bachelorette
You fly alone though
And you cry
Sometimes
There's nothing like it in the world
You'll go to Paris on your own
Oh, just

Bachelorette
You climb on rooftops
Bachelorette
You can turn dust into champagne
You even yi-di-di-di-di
ya-da-da-ai-ai-ai-ai-hi