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Wednesday, May 21, 2008
10:33 AM

Break The Dawn


We Break the Dawn
by yardie4lifever2

I wouldn’t be surprised if some of Michelle’s nicknames were along the lines of “Goosey Lucy”, or maybe “Mabel” or “Ms. Tubman.” There’s something about her that screams old lady soul. No, there’s nothing wrong with that. I mean, I like Betty Wright. “Uh uh…pure loving. Said I like that sugar. Uh. Uh. Uh. Pure loving, there’s nothing phony about it.” Whew. Sorry for the random outburst, but that’s my stuff, ya’ll.

Anyway, Michelle has decided to opt out of the gospel genre because heathens sell more ringtones. Her first foray into the sounds of hedonism is “We Break The Dawn.” Though some worried about Michelle’s choice to go for a more secular sound, this song comes across as less like hell’s theme song and more like something aimed at the teeny boppers that make up the base for TRL and Disney Radio.

It’s OK, I guess. It’s not something I’ll be jiggin’, too, though. Still, I really like Goose Luce because she makes the effort. This video looks like its budget costs about as much as a General Tso’s Chicken lunch special, but she made the most of it. That’s the difference between someone who really wants it (Tub Tub) and someone who doesn’t (Kelly!).

She looks pretty, and from the looks of it, she seems to be enjoying herself feeling that man up and getting the Beyonce treatment on the red carpet. I’m not even mad at them tossing her around like a Ms. Kelly album while she struts on you, hoes. Go ‘head Mabel. Shake it like a Geritol bottle!

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