The devil dress won the tryouts, so New England gets me in red tonight. Halloween in enemy territory and I'm dressing like exactly what I am. Think this city can handle me, baby?
The devil dress won the tryouts, so New England gets me in red tonight. Halloween in enemy territory and I'm dressing like exactly what I am. Think this city can handle me, baby?
Halloween's tomorrow and New England's waiting right after, so the suitcase can wait — costume tryouts come first. This devil dress might be too much for the streets and exactly enough for behind closed doors. Which one wins, baby?
Wrapped a shoot twenty minutes ago and I'm still lying here in nothing but the aftermath, going through the raw files on the laptop. Some of these came out way better than I expected. Want a look before I edit anything out, baby?
Cincinnati's in my house tomorrow, last home night of the season, and that Jersey loss isn't coming onto my pitch with me. Tell me how much of this stays on under the jersey, baby.
Drove back from Jersey with a 2-0 stuffed in my bag and it's still sitting wrong three days later. Water's the only thing allowed to touch me until somebody earns it. Come change my mind, baby.
Red Bulls away on Saturday and I just found out Miami owns my entire closet — not one thing in here survives real cold. Talk me through what a girl packs for Jersey, baby.
Clinched with games to spare, so now I'm hunting the outfit for game one. This dress might not survive ninety minutes — should I risk it, baby?
No match till the weekend, so every jersey I own is on my bed getting audited for the playoff run. Only the lucky ones survive the cut — vote's open, baby.
Three straight wins and I called every single one — 3-1 in their own building, exactly like I promised. The jersey did its job, so now it comes off on my terms. Come celebrate with me, baby.
Their stadium gets me tonight and I'm already dressed to be the loudest thing in Atlanta. Rooting against the home team is way more fun with company — where are you watching from, baby?