A thing about me you might not know is that whenever I get a song stuck in my head for an extended length of time, my brain seems to warp the lyrics until it's me trying to fit the words "don't leave your girl 'round me, true player for real, ask Puff Daddy" into whatever song it is. This is a relatively recent development and I don't quite know what to make of it.
Currently cramming those words onto 100 gecs' The Most Wanted Person In The United States. It's going pretty well.
