"Nooooo," said Summer, matching her sigh with one of her own, "I'll do it, I'll do it, you just rest your voice some more. Fine, I'll just go with a classic."

A big swig and she set down her glass and got up, closed her eyes and tightened her ponytail, because that was a necessity for tapping into that energy.

"Yeah, breakfast at Tiffany's and bottles of bubbles
Girls with tattoos who like getting in trouble
Lashes and diamonds, ATM machines
Buy myself all of my favourite things"

But really, as soon as that savage line hit, she was so totally on it.