Perfume's on, gold's on, and the dress is still up for debate — Lionel Richie doesn't start for hours and I'm in no hurry to get decent. Tell me which one makes the cut, honey.
Perfume's on, gold's on, and the dress is still up for debate — Lionel Richie doesn't start for hours and I'm in no hurry to get decent. Tell me which one makes the cut, honey.
Lakers and Warriors at T-Mobile tonight and I refuse to pick a side — so I'm repping gold instead, and this jersey is the only thing I've put on so far. You want to come decide if it's game-ready, honey?
KÀ at MGM tonight, but the garden doesn't care about my plans — half these pots needed splitting before the heat gets mean. Come get your hands dirty with me.
Slightly Stoopid plays the Sandbar pool tonight and I got here early enough to claim a cabana — sunscreen's out, the top strings are already untied, and I'm in no hurry for any of it. Come do my back, honey.
Empire of the Sun at Planet Hollywood tonight, so the glitter came out — it's on my collarbones, my dress, and now half the bathroom counter too. Tell me I out-shined the show, honey.
TLC, Salt-N-Pepa and En Vogue all under one roof tonight, so I pulled the whole nineties out of the closet — lip liner sharp, jeans riding low, zero regrets so far. Tell me you still know every word, honey.
Ring light's hot, backdrop's up, and I'm between looks with the robe already losing. You want to see what today's shoot turns into, honey?
Got tickets to Julieta Venegas tonight and I'm starting early at this taqueria — two tacos in and this dress is already causing problems at the next table. Come pull up a chair, honey.
Snagged tickets to Snarky Puppy at Brooklyn Bowl tonight — half for the band, half because I look dangerous holding a bowling ball. Fair warning, I haven't rolled a strike in my life. Come be on my team, honey.
Diana's at the Wynn tonight and I got here early enough to claim this corner booth — this dress deserves a warm-up crowd before the show does. Come keep my seat warm, honey.