BLONDESENSE! What blondesense?
Miz Liz Capazoli has come a long way, baby, since she last left the doors of Our Lady of Mercy Academy in Syosett ("Hey, look! Isn't that Natalie Portman?"), Lawn Guyland,
(" Start spreading the news . . . I'm leaving today . . . ) Noo Yawk, ( " . . . . I want to be a part of it . . . ") Noo Yawk
You can take the girl ( . . . we're not gonna take it . . . no, we're not gonna take it . . .) out of Noo Yawk, ( . . . . we're not gonna take it . . . . anymore . . . ), but you can't take the Noo Yawk outta da girl.
As that famous skank (. . . . no one opens the door . . . .) idiot bitch ( . . . . you're a Native New Yorker . . .) Ann Coulter said: Would that it were so. Or not.
In the song immortal of one Pat Benatar, this! O, Benatar, where art thou now? (Lifetime?) Yea, I invoke the spirit of Pat, born with a Polish surname. (Oxygen?) Divorced some guy named Ben Atar. Married some other boy named Geraldo, Neil (Talking with Paula Not Cokie Zahn?). And kept a name not your own, but still so true! O Pat Benatar, O, Liz Capazoli of Blondesense, you just rock The Heretik's sad and dark world devoid of any of other life, a life previously lit only by fire and brimstone. You're simply the best . . . better than the rest . . . better than anyone . . . that I ever new (dude, that ain't Pat Benatar . . .that's Tina Turner . . .)
Oy. Oyus Dei. Oyus Maximus.
BLONDIE, YOU ARE A HEARTBREAKER
Your love is like a tidal wave, spinning over my head
Drownin’ me in your promises, better left unsaid
You’re the right kind of sinner, to release my inner fantasy
The invincible winner, and you know that you were born to be
You’re a heartbreaker
Dream maker, love taker
Don’t you mess around with me!
You’re a heartbreaker
Dream maker, love taker
Don’t you mess around - no no no!
Your love has set my soul on fire, burnin’ out of control
You taught me the ways of desire, now it’s takin’ it’s toll
You’re the right kind of sinner, to release my inner fantasy
The invincible winner, and you know that you were born to be
You’re a heartbreaker
Dream maker, love taker
Don’t you mess around with me!
You’re a heartbreaker
Dream maker, love taker
Don’t you mess around - no no no!
You’re the right kind of sinner, to release my inner fantasy
The invincible winner, and you know that you were born to be
You’re a heartbreaker
Dream maker, love taker
Don’t you mess around with me!
You’re a heartbreaker
Dream maker, love taker
Don’t you mess around with me!
You’re a heartbreaker
Dream maker, love taker
Don’t you mess around with me!
You’re a heartbreaker
Dream maker, love taker
Heartbreaker!
The chicks, Heretik? What is it with you and all these frikkin' chicks?
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