Song of the day – 324: Eliza Doolittle
She’s like Lily Allen and Amy Winehouse rolled into one, not quite so threatening (Davy Jones to Amy’s Brian Jones), kind of kooky with an East Village vibe, likes to rollerblade, hardly a trace of vocoder, whistles, has crap taste in music (Coldplay covers), shows her legs, is perky and soulful and bluesy at once, has a crap name, reminds me of this some.
You think I’m not going to fall for that? You are crazy, girl. She makes me want to act like a fag hag all over again.