Inspired by this morbidly fascinating National Review article.
In keeping with the spirit of the original article, I reserve the right to clip single lines or portions of lines out of context and entirely ignore the rest of the song, the rest of the artist's discography, and the artist's stated beliefs. I'll interpret any song you send, with the only stipulation being that it must have lyrics that I can find online.
Toxic by Britney Spears.
A woman needs a real man who will take charge and put her in her place, unlike these modern PC soyboys
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