A present from Brent. This is loud raucous completely unironic rock 'n'
roll as played by four young women all with the first name of Donna,
which has to be the best gimmick for a band since I-don't-know-when.
Come to think of it, the Motley Crue cover might be ironic, though I'm
not sure. You won't find yourself wrinkling your brow trying to make
sense of the lyrics either, whether it's the ode to a boy's clingy jeans
in "Skintight" or the unrequited love whine of "You Don't Wanna Call" or
the teenage fuckyou of "I Didn't Like You Anyway". It's all pretty much
straightforward and right there for you in the song titles. But
sometimes you just want to rock out to an album with cute girls on its
hot pink cover.
I saw you standin' by the slurpee machine
White studded belt and skintight jeans
I tried to buy you a hostess cupcake
Baby you're so sweet I got a toothache
I wanna take you home with me
Wine and dine you with some cable TV
C'mon now don't be so shy
In those skintight jeans you're my kinda guy
—"Skintight"
Hey Howie, where you been?
I've been waitin' since half past ten
And you know I got nowhere to go
Unless you take me to that midnight show
You show up but it's way too late
Walter's BBQ is hardly a date (uh-uh)
I wanna take you up to my room (yeah)
But you always have to leave too soon
—"You Don't Wanna Call"
You told me that it just couldn't be
You don't wanna go out with me
No I'm not sad, I don't even care
Cause dumb boys like you are everywhere (yeah, that's right)
B-O-R ing
Too bad you're not the boy for me
B-O-R ing
I wanted something quick and easy
—"I Didn't Like You Anyway"
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Heidi J. De Vries
