English? Bollocks!

[hippie_chick]

Just Britney, out and about. Again. But I posted this to ask this; what's with the bad British accent she's been trotting out lately? Seriously, no, Britney. Just. No.

That said, now I think there needs to be a moratorium on Britney Spears. Maybe if the press and paps stop this stupidity and just leave her be, she'll find that she's not getting the attention she craves (and I do think she equates it with love, honestly... she's a sad woman) and decide to get herself some much needed help.

So... moratorium in 5..4..3..2..

Every time I see her or hear something about her, this song automatically pops into my head for some reason:


You're the kind of person
You meet at certain dismal dull affairs.
Center of a crowd, talking much too loud
Running up and down the stairs.
Well, it seems to me that you have seen too much in too few years.
And though you've tried you just can't hide
Your eyes are edged with tears.

You better stop
Look around
Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes
Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown.

When you were a child
You were treated kind
But you were never brought up right.
You were always spoiled with a thousand toys
But still you cried all night.
Your mother who neglected you
Owes a million dollars tax.
And your father's still perfecting ways of making sealing wax.

You better stop, look around
Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes
Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown.

Oh, who's to blame, that girl's just insane.
Well nothing I do don't seem to work,
It only seems to make matters worse. Oh please.

You were still in school
When you had that fool
Who really messed your mind.
And after that you turned your back
On treating people kind.
On our first trip
I tried so hard to rearrange your mind.
But after while I realized you were disarranging mine.

You better stop, look around
Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes
Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown.
Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown
Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown


Mick wrote it about Chrissie Shrimpton, but you know, some of those lyrics.... hmmm....