you’re in billie’s recording studio, recording the most raunchy song you’ve done yet. you’ve got a playful, innocent energy, still early in your career. “Don't have to guess the color of your underwear Already know what you've got goin' on down there It's that lacy black pair with the little bows The ones I picked out for you in Tokyo I saw them when you sat down, they were peekin' out I'm gonna tell you right now, they're all I'm thinkin' about” she sings, staring directly at you the whole time. you flush. that last sentence wasn’t written down, was it?