worst stevie lyrics evahhhhhh!!!

[brad975]

Well, I talked to my famous friend last night, and she said stop making fun of Stevie.

And I said "No not really!"

In silence, she said "Excalibur."

And I said, "Well, I've got to know when I can make fun of Stevie again, well!!! I can't wait well!"

"Well I wonder which set of doors are mine," said she.

Then we popped some Klonopin. And we we stared at the stairs. And she walked down the long hallway.

And I twirled around and shouted, "In the middle of my room, I did not hear from you!"

Then I found her tangled in the curtains. Long nets of white clouded her memory. Or maybe it was the Klonopin.

So we did a pile of coke. And took selfies in the mirror.

There were candles and there were crystals. We were anyone's fantasy.

"Oh undercover music lover and an art lover like me," I said. Then I nonchalantly dropped my copy of "Street Angel" in the trash.

And she snapped her fingers in my face and said, "Oh no, you cannot tell a gypsy... ooh, that she's no longer a member. Become a deadly weapon now... along with everything else."

And I said, "Bitch, I was born in the desert. I know what it's like to have Gulf War Syndrome."

"Well aren't you're a front liner?" she quipped. "You put it all on the line!"

So I calmed her down and handed her some decaf. "Step into the velvet of the morning, girl."

So we put on our bathrobes. That's what that means, you know.

[singertobe]

Originally Posted by ontheEdgeof17

I wipe my ass with chiffon....Wellllll.......



Oh wait.

LMAO

[singertobe]

Originally Posted by brad975

Well, I talked to my famous friend last night, and she said stop making fun of Stevie.

And I said "No not really!"

In silence, she said "Excalibur."

And I said, "Well, I've got to know when I can make fun of Stevie again, well!!! I can't wait well!"

"Well I wonder which set of doors are mine," said she.

Then we popped some Klonopin. And we we stared at the stairs. And she walked down the long hallway.

And I twirled around and shouted, "In the middle of my room, I did not hear from you!"

Then I found her tangled in the curtains. Long nets of white clouded her memory. Or maybe it was the Klonopin.

So we did a pile of coke. And took selfies in the mirror.

There were candles and there were crystals. We were anyone's fantasy.

"Oh undercover music lover and an art lover like me," I said. Then I nonchalantly dropped my copy of "Street Angel" in the trash.

And she snapped her fingers in my face and said, "Oh no, you cannot tell a gypsy... ooh, that she's no longer a member. Become a deadly weapon now... along with everything else."

And I said, "Bitch, I was born in the desert. I know what it's like to have Gulf War Syndrome."

"Well aren't you're a front liner?" she quipped. "You put it all on the line!"

So I calmed her down and handed her some decaf. "Step into the velvet of the morning, girl."

So we put on our bathrobes. That's what that means, you know.

[singertobe]

Ok. This is the part where everyone murders me in the most violent and gruesome way possible...
Aside from "Wide Sargasso Sea" and "Annabel Lee" (yeah I know she didn't write it.) I think ALL the songs on IYD were really poorly written and a good number of them poorly produced. I was so beyond disappointed with this record. I try to like it because its the woman I've admired and wanted to be like since I was a little girl, but I just can't. I never thought there'd be a day when I'd not like a Stevie Nicks song. This is actually quite devastating :'(