In B'cracy -
Aimée - Cindy, I am now singing "La Ista, Buffista" in my head. Madonna would *not* be happy.
Cindy - Yeah but somehow, she'd find a way to market her unhappiness, so it's all good.
I fell in love with Buffistas
Warm wind carried on the sea, they called to me
Te dijo te amo
I prayed my modem would last
They typed so fast
Tropical the island breeze
All Buffistas wild and free
This is where I long to be
La ista buffista
And when the f/c/m they played
The bar they'd set so high
Ring through my ears and sting my eyes
Your porny lullaby
Aimée -
We want to be where the orb warms the sky
When it's time for the HoYAY!, you can watch them slash by
Beautiful fiction, no cares in this world
Where a girl loves a boy, and a boy loves another boy.