.two or more.

I was on the phone with Vanessa earlier today, and we were talking about relationships and guys and stuff like that. She called me a player, but I tried to defend myself (didn't really work). We ended up doing a parody of RBD's Tu Amor. This is called Two or More. Enjoy.

Mi amor, I'm not sure of the right words to say,
Maybe these simple words will do best to best explain,
What I feel you should know,
What I do every day,
How to make you see,
How to let you know,
How to say, how to say how I played you so,
With words you understand,
Words that get right through to your head,
Here's the place to start.
Two or more,
I will always date,
Two or more,
I'm the girl guys hate,
I delete the their calls from my phone,
You're not the only one,
And I live for two or more.
Two or more, be assured, I'll date them all at once,
And they won't know I'm a player for several months,
I do feel in my heart,
I'm like the female John Tucker,
How to make you see,
How to let you know,
How to say, how to say, please forgive me,
With words you understand,
Words that get through to your soul,
Words that won't let you go.
Two or more,
I will always date,
Two or more,
I'm the girl guys hate,
I delete their calls from my phone,
You're not the only one,
And I live for two or more.

Also, I can't seem to get over writing parodies to Hey There Delilah. This one's currently untitled, but it's good. Trust me.

Hey there Gabriella,
What's it like in Texarkana,
You're 400 miles away,
So girl, I'm sitting here with Anna,
Yes I am,
She really thinks that I'm the one,
And I'm going out with Pam.
Hey there Gabriella,
I've been lonely since you left me,
Come back home,
I promise I'll break up with Tiffany,
Things will be great,
None of those girls can take your place,
Not even Grace.
Oh I can't help myself,
Oh I can't help myself,
Oh I can't help myself,
Oh I can't help myself,
Oh I can't help myself,
I'm such a stud.
Hey there Gabriella,
It's way to hard to be faithful,
But believe me girl,
If you come back I'll be so grateful,
And I'll be goodJust like I know I should,
I really would.
Hey there Gabriella.
You're far away and all alone,
I miss you bad,
But all I've done is write this stupid song,
You deserve so much more,
I'm such a bore,
And a huge whore.
Oh I can't help myself,
Oh I can't help myself,
Oh I can't help myself,
Oh I can't help myself,
Oh I can't help myself,
I'm such a stud.
400 miles seems pretty far,
But I've got booze and chicks and bars,
So I'll stay busy until you come home,
Your friends all make fun of me,
Because they think you're too good for me,
Gabby I promise I'll change for you,
It's really true,
Don't say we're through,
If you leave me I'll be blue.
Hey there Gabriella,
I hear that you're not coming home,
I can't say I really blame you,
I guess I knew it all along,
So here's to you,
Hope you find someone's who's true,
I sure miss you, yes I do.

This is what happens when you leave me at a hairdressing salon after I've done my hair.