But fuck that, I'll just tell you my damn interpretation of this trash.
Jordin walks to the beat of the song in green shoes. Pay attention, because the shoes come off later when her thighs are in the air and she does sexy.
Nothing says glamour like twirling through L.A.'s finest scaffolding.
Actually, I know where this is. I totally drunk-pissed on a poster of Ryan Seacrest on this block a few months back.
Yep. Porn.
This is the part where she flags down a trick by pole dancing on a fig tree.
Scrawled on her hand is "I love you, Winthxhdyfyeriyyeey" or something. I don't know who Winthxhdyfyexxyefi is, but you can bet that hand does.
Sex. These songs don't get played on their own, after all...
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