Kat Dennings

Verse:

The days keep turning crisper

The scarves adorn the hipsters

The night's abuzz, but in the fuzz

Kat Denning's got her tits out

It happened on a cell phone

While naked in her own home

Sat upright with all in sight

Kat Denning's got her tits out

They thought of she, the indie queen

As someone kind of differently

But it was she, that on blue screen

Revealed them both so poignantly

People saw, they oohed and awed

Post and clicks of skin and clod

Lust begotten celeb facade

Kat Denning's got a bangin' bod.

Chorus:

Hollywood is Hollywood

Nude and crude for show

All for not, or cover shots

It's all they do and know

She was of the few and fond

That knew just how we feel

But Holly took her far beyond

And showed her skank appeal.

Verse:

Underneath the camera's lense

A view obscuring common sense

New grown child, legs for miles

Stacked to make a matching set

Sure they're great, let's celebrate

Pray for more and masturbate

Assume she's lost what made her her

Those jugs can speak and we'll relate

Since when is it we call you Paris?

What is left for you to cherish?

You're no Britney, Lindsay Lo

What happened to the K we know?

I hope she's there, beyond the bust

Cleavage that controls the lust

But me I say, I just don't care

Katty D had wit to spare

(Chorus)

Bridge:

Were they for a boy gone wild?

Sold her out for weed and wiles?

Were they poached and bet online?

To highest bid that bid on time?

Is this not her finest hour?

Sweet and sour, pretty flower

Is she tabloids' newest love?

Is this what she'd always dreamed of?

Final Verse:

Those tits of hers are well and good

Big and perfect, understood

But look above her collar bone

And know that she has eyes to see

Those tits are fine, lick 'em clean

Imagine hands on that physique

But hear her speak, catch the tone

As human as a human being

For Kat we know, standing there

She hasn't left and is aware

That people watch and gawk and stare

And dream about her underwear

Now the saddest boys alive

Will touch themselves with her in mind

And she'll undress before their eyes

Because she is their bosom bride.

Author's Notes/Comments:

I'm pretty certain that this will never end up becoming a song. Heard about and saw the Kat Dennings topless pictures and found it kind of sad, considering she seemed too smart to do something so stupid. I wanted the song to have two sides that sort of came and went (nasty/perverted and sympathetic/sorry) and I think it turned out okay. Not really my best but not bad.