Mrs. Donna Jean didn’t twerk, nor did she back that thang up. Didn’t have much of a thang, to be honest about it.
No belly shirts, certainly not thongs. Although: maybe thongs; Mrs. Donna Jean wore her underwear under her clothes. She was not ratchet.
But yet she was no basic bitch: Mrs. Donna Jean left a scorched Earth of crashed luxury cars, empty pill bottles of horse tranquilizer, and flowy patterned skirts.
And she did it backwards, in heels.
Mrs. Donna Jean was a rock star in the 70’s, which is the most rock star that rock stars ever got. She didn’t sleep with Bobby: Bobby slept with her.