Lends itself better to comedy, than music
Man alive, is [a]Katy Perry[/a] dreary nowadays, bleating on about some high-school crush who once gave her the heave-ho. More alarmingly, her dream beau is an inked-up, Mustang-driving meathead whose recipe for romance is a quick fumble in a car. What’s that, Katy? “[i]I was dreaming you were my Johnny Cash[/i]”? For the love of God, woman, did you not see [i]Walk The Line[/i]? You can do better, believe me.