Every night before I sleep I try to watch the video to Lady GaGa's Bad Romance. It kind of shows how brilliant she is that even though I'm scraping by, she has no sympathy and has a stupidly expensive music video. It's also testament to her brilliance that I still like her, even though I am aware of an alarming disparity between our pay packages and our eerily close proximity in age.
I am waiting for someone to play with a sample of the second verse, but my favourite interpretation has to be my good friend Dolly's drunken rendition at 9.30am last Saturday morning. She wore a leotard and everything.
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