Teats on a Bull

My girlfriend and I have been having a conversation about blogging. I modified this song in her honor 100% selfishness and only blogging about herself.

You logged onto Facebook
Like you were logging into the Pentagon
Your fingers strategically on the keyboard
Your laptop was very red
You had one eye in the mirror
As you watched yourself type
And all the girls dreamed that they’d be your friend
They’d be your friend, and

You’re so vain
You probably think this blog is about you
You’re so vain
I’ll bet you think this blog is about you
Don’t you? Don’t you?

You had me several months ago
When I was still quite naive
Well, you said that we made such good friends
And that you would never leave
But you gave away the things you loved
And one of them was me
I had some dreams they were butterflies instead of coffee
Butterflies instead of coffee, and

You’re so vain
You probably think this blog is about you
You’re so vain
I’ll bet you think this blog is about you
Don’t you? Don’t you?

I had some dreams they were butterflies instead of coffee
Butterflies instead of coffee, and

You’re so vain
You probably think this blog is about you
You’re so vain
I’ll bet you think this blog is about you
Don’t you? Don’t you?

Well, I hear you went up to Portland
And your horse naturally won
Then you drive your minivan up to Nova Scotia
To see the total eclipse of the sun
Well, you’re where you should be all the time
And when you’re not, you’re with
Some Facebook friend or the wife of a close friend
Wife of a close friend, and

You’re so vain
You probably think this blog is about you
You’re so vain
I’ll bet you think this blog is about you
Don’t you? Don’t you?

I hope you like.  Keep on blogging!