Tina, why?
You're the best. (Well, OK, there's Aretha, but she can't dance.)
Let us remember you at your best, not attempting to jump around on the stage with that be-wigged Beyonce whose thighs could stop a speeding tractor trailer.
And GF, it must be said: Buy some Dim'rs. No one needs to see 69-year-old nipples. No. one.
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