She left the house with a tiara,
and wound up overly-accessorized.
Before she knew it, she was...
all dolled-up,
crazily fapitzed.
Suddenly, she had a feather boa
of many colors,
and Mardi Gras beads,
and a golden glittery mask.
Who fancied her up,
and wrapped her in faux finery?
Who told her she was in New Orleans,
not Calabasas?
See, it's right there on the sign
in the backyard:
Bourdon Street.
The French Quarter.
Have a beignet.
Have some gumbo.
Look at the cute little girls in costumes.
Look at Tiana from "Princess and the Frog."
Don't tell Disney, but...
she's got a tattoo on her back.
Who made the SJG
look even sillier than normal?
She's the guilty party.
She did this to me.
Good call on her part.
I've never looked more festive,
not to mention, mysterious.
Don't you agree?
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