Now all Beyoncé’s and Lucy Liu’s
And baby dolls, get on the floor
Let me get this straight. You’ve just spent the whole song declaring your faithfulness and monogamy-wanting, and now you want nothing more than a dancefloor filled with assorted other chicks? I mean, sure, one of them, I assume, is the girl you’ve spent the whole song singing to, but I have to ask – along with your supposed intended, no doubt – who the hell are all these other skanks?
