Get Crunk Mood

It may just be me, but I doubt it. Here I am, little blonde gal from the South, but anytime I listen to hard-core rap, I'm all c'mon baby, bring it on. I start walking in a different way, feeling proud of my big booty like J. Ho has nothing on me, and start feeling all tough in my New Balance sneakers and Herve Chapelier (gift from mom) preppy pink bag. You can't touch this, babe. I'm like yeah, Talib wants me, Mos wants me, 50 wants me...I suppose if they had a girl version of Office Space, I'd be the 'Michael Bolton' guy, right?