People find it hard to believe, since I live near Music City USA, that I can't stand country music. Can't stand it, especially the old nasally, singing through your nose, twang from the old days. Shoot...me...pa-lease!
Every once in a while there will be a song I can tolerate. Jolene is one I won't hit the "next station" button on.
Ms. Dolly needs to call Mr. Fisher to deploy his red hot poker motivational tool on that Biitch, Jolene!
If that Biitch, Jolene, steals Ms. Dolly's man words can not express the uprising of Old South men that will come, hot pokers a blazin with a heat that would make the devil run, to defend Ms. Dolly's honor.
Biitch better not do it!
Better Not!
