Crossfire

After a few moments of silence Jay pulled out his penis, covered it with a condom and placed his hand on the back of my neck. I was being a good girl, thanking him and proving my worthiness of the kindness he had shown...Unlike some of the others, there were no games, no long phone conversations, and no dates. Jay made no professions of love for me nor did he make any promises. It was all very straightforward.
~Karrine Steffans

Hottest (& most self-referential*) girl in the game:I thought this was my song. 18 bars? Ain't this about a B or was that a Beyonce?! Circa 2003

Question: Tell me what you think about me
I buy my own diamonds and I buy my own rings
Only ring your cell-y when I'm feelin lonely
When it's all over please get up and leave

Point

Look, I'm not tryin to give you love and affection (uh-huh)
I'm tryin to give you sixty seconds of perfection (uh-huh)
I'm tryin to give you cabfare and directions
Get your Independent ass out of here - QUESTION?

Counterpoint

"INDEPENDENT..." INCARNATION
If I wanted the watch you're wearin (I'll buy it)
The house I live in (I've got it)
The car I'm drivin (I've bought it)
I depend on me (I depend on me)

"CATER..." CAPITULATION
If I Want It (Got It)
When I Ask You (You Provide It)
You Inspire Me To Be Better
You Challenge Me For The Better
Sit Back And Let Me Pour Out
My Love Letter

Deuce?

I Promise You (Promise You)
I'll Keep Myself Up (Oh)
Remain The Same Chick (Yeah)
You Fell In Love With (Yeah)
I'll Keep It Tight, I'll Keep My Figure Right
I'll Keep My Hair Fixed, Keep Rocking The Hottest Outfits
When You Come Home Late Tap Me On My Shoulder, I'll Roll Over
Baby I Heard You, I'm Here To Serve You (I'm Lovin It, I'm Lovin It)
If It's Love You Need, To Give It Is My Joy
All I Want To Do, Is Cater To You Boy

Can't forget these choice lines:

...My life would be purposeless without you
...I put my life in your hands

Game. Set. Match. El Jefe

Like you said B:

Ladies, it ain't easy being independent

Lacking the discipline for anorexia and, suprisingly enough, the upchuck aptitude for bulimia last week I started jogging. My sweet, zealous, upstairs neighbor has since enlisted me as her way too early in the morn jog partner. I am very afraid. I now realize that I may have cardiovascularly exerted too soon. Exposure to "Cater to You" in video or audio format is a surefire puke generator. Thank you Beyonce. Bulimia it is.

*I dislike "Soldier" for many, many, reasons one of which is the line: "Quick to snatch up your Beyonce." "Lose my Breath" is my shit though. Quick somebody teach me how to snake and pop like Beyonce.
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BTW: My girl Venus handled Davenport this weekend singlehandedly reigniting my fading interest in tennis. Flushing here we come.