My name is “No.” My sign is “No.” My number is “No.” You need to let it go. You need to let it go, need to let it go.
That’s not even good writing! And yet, I can’t stop wandering around singing it to myself. You can imagine how cool I must have seemed wandering through the local Wawa singing that out loud when I was reaching in the cooler for a can of Diet Coke. Somehow doing that doesn’t seem quite as sexy and charming as if some pop star was doing it. Doesn’t translate into real life.
Damn you, Meghan Trainor, for sticking this damn song in my head!!
I need Taylor Swift to give me something better to sing. Like “Blank Space” or “Wildest Dreams.”