consider me infected

Despite this morning's fun, I can't get this out of my head:

And all the pop stars stare at the length of our hair.
Whoah. (Kylie's got a crush on us.)

I told Harry that my criterion for a good pop song is that it's infectious.

And all the pop stars stare at the length of our hair.
Whoah. (Kylie's got a crush on us.)

The irony: The aforementioned Kylie has a song called "Can't Get You Out of My Head."