Novel & Cerita Fashion Is My Kryptonite Song

It stars a girl standing in a faux fur coat, in desperate need of an emergency prom makeover. It would’ve been fitting if I had a clique of two friends; both of them blonde and clad in pink, y2k fitting fashionable outfits, searching the racks for the perfect dress. But instead, my true crime junkie younger sister in her school uniform and my best friend in a yellow silk hijab are shuffling around, madly grabbing dresses off of racks like two squirrels in a thrift store for nuts. And you know what? Fuck cliches. They’re perfect. The song is perfect. The moment is perfect.

I take a look at the disfigured thing on the ground before me and I drop down as tears escape my eyes. ~what have I become!? Song for the moment; Can We Kiss Forever; Kina ft. Adriana Proenza

she said immediately. “Okay, I’ll do the chorus. That cool?” She nodded. I tapped the floor for rhythm and began to sing: 🎶 I cannot do without you 🎶 I feel like I’m addicted to you 🎶 You have become a drug 🎶 You are my drug 🎶 Ooooooo... 🎶 You heal me... Before I could finish, she screamed. I clutched my ears. “Oh my God! You’re Kye!” “Please stop screaming.”

I was flat out stoned, the really good kind of stoned where your whole body feels high and any familiar music is mesmerizing. When I got to the last button, I pulled the entire shirt open in one swift motion. The girls all screamed and cheered. At that point the first song ended. The next song up was one I knew well: "No Diggity" by Blackstreet. As soon as the familiar opening riff began, the girls cheered and clapped and began moving a bit to the music themselves. I tossed the tuxedo shirt aside.

~*~ "..You said you could save me I'm doing the saving Went to sleep with superhero And woke up with villain Killing, killing my love Oh what happened? Don't know what happened You got me fighting Like wonder woman I, I, I don't wanna fi-i-ight I, I, I don't wear no ti-i-ights And I can't fly-y-y I'm no, I'm no superhero Oh, oh, oh I, I, I don't wanna fi-i-ight I, I, I don't wear no ti-i-ights

"That's not very crazy." "Story's not over." I tapped her chin with my fingers. "So, a week or so later pictures surface of this chick on Instagram, modeling my clothes, singing my songs, and writing in her own words about her undying love. At the end of each song, she would strip." I laughed at the memory. "And light the clothes on fire then dance around it naked." "No!" Fallon gasped with a smile, covering her face with her hands. "Was there a reason for the dancing?"

I switched cords when I sang “Don’t look now your mom’s got her boobs out, showing everybody in town, faces turning red, we were wishing we were dead there were people standing around, yeah when mommas got to drinking there ain’t much thinking there’s nothing anybody can do I just hope and pray there never comes a day when mommas out drinking with you! I like my women like I like my chicken with a little bit of fat on the end, not too much not too little just enough to make me grin.” The crowd cheered but my mom turned on her heel and walked out. I strummed softly then began to sing my favourite Rodney Carrington song “Show them to me” I then spotted a couple of teachers walk in and for some

come on turn the radio on its Friday night and I won't be long I gotta peal my nails and put my high heels on it's Friday night and It won't be long till I hit the dance floor .......hit the dance floor I've gat all I need no I ain't got cash I ain't got cash but I gat you baby" Somebody pls pinch me is that Maddie singing God she has a good voice when I say good I mean a great voice I wish her soul is as good as her voice.

“Make me. Tell me what you are wearing.” “You are insane.” I smile as she laughs, insulting me. “Come on. Don’t you think I deserve a release as well?” “Do you have no imagination?” she asks with a sigh. I hum, opening my pants slowly. “No imagination would even be nearly satisfying enough if the reality is you.” I can sense how her breath gets stuck in her throat as she tries to process what I said. “So, princess, what are you wearing?” “I…” she sighs, and I swear that I can see her rolling her eyes from here. “I’m wearing red shorts and a white top. This is stupid.”

“Too late. You owe me. You threw up in my car, almost in my cup holder. Dancing ridiculously is not gonna cut it. You’re singing.” “Not fair!” I groaned, pulling the throw blanket up to my chin like it could shield me from humiliation. “I was intoxicated!” “And you still are. With syrup and shame,” he said with a smirk, stepping onto the rug like a rock star. “Now, pick your poison. Beyoncé or Backstreet Boys?” I wheezed. “Do I look like I have the vocal range for Beyoncé?” “Fine,” he shrugged. “Backstreet it is.” A beat dropped through the speakers, and before I could run or throw myself out the window again, Kai grabbed the remote mic and started belting: