I just rewrote Blank Space so its about the Bachelor. possessionista/2015/01/the-bachelor-fashion-inspired-by-beccas-lace-dress-and-blank-space.html Nice to meet you How’ve you been Kinda nauseaous from that limo ride. Big hair? check. Prom dress? check. Size up the mansion as I step inside My God. Did you see his face? Was this all a big mistake? It’s just a game, I came to play. New muscles, suit and tie Read about him in a magazine. Funny tweets begin to fly. And I know you’ll all soon follow me. Didn’t come here to make friends. I’ll be the last one in the end. Grab your passport and the rose Hope Possessionista isn’t too hard on my clothes. So we’ll either get married. Or on Dancing with the Stars When this show is over We’ll get paid to appear at bars Be nice to the producers So I don’t look insane I’m not here for the right reasons. I just want the fame. Cause I’m young and single And the liquor’s always free Made out with him in the hot tub And now it hurts to pee I pissed off that one producer And now I look insane This is the last rose tonight. Please call my name Braided hair. Lucite shoes Have you seen my magic belly ring. Skinny dipping. Helicopters. For eight weeks I’ll treat him like a king Find out what viewers want Be that couple for a month But the worst is yet to come Twitter. Snapchat. Facebook. Vine. Watch us break up on the Internet Give my story to Us Weekly You haven’t seen the last of me yet. I’ll start a blog ’bout what I wear With demos how to get my hair And I’ll be back. Just wait an see This summer on the Bachelor Pad on ABC So we didn’t get married Our relationship went down in flames Sat down with Chris Harrison Where I cried about the pain Now I’m part of Bachelornation That makes me sound insane But I got that last rose. And I love the fame. Cause I’m young and single I was on TV one time I can’t get a real job But I have a jewelry line Dated all the former Bachelors They’ll tell you I’m insane But he had the final rose And he said my name. Life after the Bachelor’s kinda torture Don’t say I didn’t say I didn’t warn you Life after the Bachelor’s kinda torture Don’t say I didn’t say I didn’t warn you So I never got married And my dating life is kinda lame And I know what you are thinking I had to give the ring back to Neil Lane My fifteen minutes are almost over It’s driving me insane I was once on the Bachelor And now I love the fame Cause I’m young and single Gotta do this while i can So I got myself an agent. A million followers on Instagram Gonna be the next Bachelorette I know that sounds insane But I’ve got the last rose baby. And I’ll call your name.
Posted on: Mon, 19 Jan 2015 20:36:27 +0000
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