move it like a gypsy
stop, woah, back it up,
now let me see your hips swing
Hey, Liz....remember those nights where we would blast Savage on repeat every night before we went out?? You could usually find me in my white, towel dress and you in your pink bathrobe and every time this JAM came on your computer, we would meet in the middle of the hallway and sing as loud as we could into our blow-dryers?? Well, just think, we could have MANY more if you moved up here and were my NY roomie!!
Hehe...i know this a shameless ploy for everyone to see, but I thought it might remind you of the good 'ol days and how much fun we always have together!! Just a thought....
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