Tell me about your dancing pagan lady
I want to put her on film
She will come through the weeds
And throw her clay in the kiln.
Tell me she’s from Hawaii
Where the skies are never grey
But don’t tell me how old she is
Because I know she’d never say.
I don’t mean to be a spoiler
But I know she’ll be a star
You can bank on a sequel
Unless, like Lohan, she drives a car.
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