AN: Don't kill me for not doing a chapter of Chris McLean's School for the Gifted but I watching youtube vids of Heather tributes and Blah Blah Blah was common for her.

Coming out your mouth with your blah blah blah
Zip your lips like a padlock
And meet me at the back with the jack and the jukebox

Blah blah blah that's all these losers EVER say, especially Izzy.

"Blah blah blah," Izzy sang.

"Zip you lip with a padlock!" I yell at her.

"actually it's zip your lip like a padlock," Izzy tells me in a duh tone of voice.

I dont really care where you live at
Just turn around boy and let me hit that
Don't be a little bitch with your chit chat
Just show me where your dick's at

Later I went to a club to relieve some stress, Everyone did so too. All he did was blah blah blah. I don't really care where he lives.

"Stop being a bitch with your chit chat, just take off your pants and f*** me!" I yell at him.

"Whatever," he says.

Music's up
Listen hot stuff
I'm in love
With this song
So just hush
Baby shut up
Heard enough

After we were done guess what he did? Blah blah blah, oh my god my face song.

"Listen up hot stuff can you shut up I love this song," I tell him.

Stop talking that
Blah blah blah

"Shut up!" I yell at him.

Think you'll be getting this
Nah nah nah

"Think you're getting it now? Nah nah nah" I tell him putting my clothes on.

Not in the back of my
Car-ar-ar
If you keep talking that
Blah blah blah blah blah

"But-" I shush him.

"Definitly not in the back of my car with you talking your blah blah blah!"

Boy come on get your rocks off
Come put a little love in my glove box
I wanna dance with no pants on
Meet me in the back with the jack and the jukebox

Alejandro looks d*** fine tonight. I giggle as I walk towards him.

"Want to have some real fun? Like to dance with no pants on? Meet me in the back," I saw seductivly with a wink.

So cut to the chase kid
'Cause I know you don't care what my middle name is
I wanna be naked
But you're wasted

Again he talks, just like Duncan. "Just cut to the chase, I know you don't care and wanna know stuff like my middle name," I tell him. He just keeps talking, uh he's too wasted.

Music's up
Listen hot stuff
I'm in love
With this song
So just hush
Baby shut up
Heard enough

I love this song too, except Chatty McWasted is talking. "Shut up Alejandro, this song is awesome so hush up I've heard more then enough," I tell him.

Stop talking that
Blah blah blah
Think you'll be getting this
Nah nah nah

"Shut up," I tell him again, and men have the nerve to call us chatty and ramble on and on and on god. I put on my clothes.

"Think you're getting this," I said pointing to me.

"Think again!" I say as I glare.

Not in the back of my
Car-ar-ar
If you keep talking that
Blah blah blah blah blah

"Definatly not in the bar of my car, cause you keep talking that blah blah blah!" I yelled storming out of my car.

You be delaying,
You always be saying some shit
You say I'm playing,
I'm never laying the bitch
Sayin' "blah, blah blah"
'cause I don't care who you are
In this bar
It only matters who I am

I see Gwen and Duncan talk and I listen in.

"Thought you were laying Heather?" She asked with a glare.

"I'm not laying that bitch, she keeps going blah blah blah, while complaining about me talking when she is worse," Duncan says.

"Saying she doesn't care and in this car she only matters about herself," Duncan explains furthermore.

Stop talking that Blah blah blah
Think you'll be getting this
Nah nah nah
Not in the back of my
Car-ar-ar
If you keep talking that
Blah blah blah blah blah

I then saw Lindsay come into the club fixing up her shirt.

"Tyler I won't do it with you because you want stop talking, and definatly not in the back of my car, if you keep talking about your blah blah blah," She tells Tyler.

AN: Go easy on me this is my first song-fic, if you don't count Courtney but that doesn't count because it isn't a lyrics remix. Review and flames welcomed.