Hips.

Mine are too small, some are too big, they hold us up, and let us bend over.  I want to learn more about them.  Stay tuned.

Smelling Good.

Ugh, you sopranos smell so good!

If you got it...

....flaunt it -- or so sayeth Mel Brooks. What would happen if all sopranos looked like Uma Thurman? I shudder to think...

Boobs. There, I said it

Super-dirty and hella distressed. That's what's going on in the Deeter Home for Wayward Sopranos. But do not fear, my fellow singers, because the catharsis has begun!

Welcome to the Siren's Songs Blog. A little of this, a little of that. And all for the betterment of our personal mental health. Let the games begin!