The profits from one Cyrus might have paid for my HS party daze...

Good Lord help me, I seem to be under the spell of another Cyrus. I forgave Billy Ray all of his cheese because, well honestly, the dad of one my best friends in high school wrote "Achy Breaky" and as such, I enjoyed a libation or two thanks to that man, his sleeveless shirt, and mullet. Cheers to you, Billy Ray. Cheers to you.

But like a 6yo tossing back Pixie Stix and Juicy Juice chasers, I can't seem to get enough of this song. Why must I love stuff like this??? Miley Cyrus??? Are you f'n kidding me? Am I not the person who, just last night, posted a blog confessing time spent on my evening drive contemplating if people watch porn while in their cars?

C'mon though. With it's steady throb of a bass line and catchy lyrics and head-bopping, how can you not love this Corey Hart recall of a song? It's got some undercurrent of wink-wink-nudge-nudge Lolita charm and enough poppiness to make the most painful of rain soaked commutes bearable... even sunny.

I couldn't find a video (which is probably a good thing). But I did hear this on the radio last night and had to run and look it up online. Yeah, that would be the same drive that prompted the adult-viewing blog. I'm a very complex person, people. - Anyway, yeah, if you're having a bad day, just take a listen. C'mon, tell me you aren't all Rainbow Brite after this. And if you aren't, then well Peculiar Purple Pie Man (yes, I know I just mingled my Rainbow Brite and Strawberry Shortcake references ... it's BOGO in Kristy-land today, enjoy the 1/2 off sale) , then you can stay in your Pie Tin Palace and console yourself with Coldplay. :P