If I'm not rocking out with the girls I'm rocking out... um... by myself. I raise the roof, I squirt the sprinkler, there may be a chest pump here or there- I don't know, I can't be held responsible for my actions when the music moves me, ok? On several occasions Molly has requested I stop singing (but why?!) and I know it's just a matter of time before she puts a stop to my sweet moves. So I'm simply getting it all out of my system now.
I love this commercial, and fully respect this girl's need to shake what her (cynical!) Mama gave her.