2 Become Fug

Dearest Mel B. You have serious problems here. How to put this…

How about if I borrow from one of your tender Spice Girls ballads:

Get a little bit clothed here, baby.
Put ‘em on, put ‘em on.
‘Cause tonight
Is the night
Your pants must get done.
You need some trou like you’ve never needed trou before (let ‘em make love to you, baby).
You’ve got a little shirt — now go back for more (don’t let it make fug to you, baby).
Setting your crotch free
Is no public way to be.