Follow the antics of the heiress-apparent to the Hilton family fortune.
A Backtalk Unlimited Production
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Pseudo-biographical account of a day in the lift of Paris Hilton.
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I was drivin’ one evenin’ through the town of Paris, Texas
Lookin’ for a place to spend the night,
When I saw a red gumball flashin’ in my mirror.
It seemed to me a most unwelcome sight.
When I asked if there’s a problem, the officer informed me
That I’d gone and driven through a red stop sign.
Then the next words that I heard, “Let’s see your driver’s licence”,
Sent a cold chill up and down my spine.
Well, my license been suspended, and that’s just what I told him.
He nodded, and he acted real polite.
Then he offered me the back seat, and he drove me to the hoosegow,
Where I was told that I would spend the night.
When I finally got to court, the Judge said: “Please excuse me,
But I think I’ve seen you here one time before.
It’s time you learned your lesson, and so you have my blessin’
To enjoy our hospitality once more.”
For the next thirty days I’m at the downtoan Paris Hilton.
My room is eight-by-ten and has no view.
Now I’m lyin’ on my back, just starin’ at the ceiling
and waitin’ ‘til the sun comes shinin’ throuigh.
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