An ode to Gwen

It bothered me for the longest time
Nagging in it’s pointless rhyme
It was everywhere, unavoidable
On the radio and even on cable
And I wondered about it’s very existence
She was repeatedly screaming out that sentence
Its melody, the yells, the drums
Beckoning you to rhythms and hums
Its simplicity was perplexing
Its catchiness was vexing
The marching band went on and on
The cheerleaders had all the fun
I forgot about it but sometimes I still hear her yell
And I wonder “What the hell is a hollaback girl?”

An ode to gwen stefani


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