me: *singing gotta be you*
mom: dear god, whose dying?
me:
mom:
me: IT'S GOOTTTA BEEEE YOUUUUUUUUUU..
mom:
me:
mom:
me: if you let me see one of their concerts i'll stop
singing
mom:
mom: no
me: BUT IF YOU WALK AWAY, I KNOW I'LL FADE CAUSE THERES NO
BODY ELSE, ITS GOTTA BE YOUUUUUUU...
mom:
me:
mom: OKAY. fine.
HA WIN.
