"Love me, love me, feed the flame, if you want me back again..." Fire and mirrors, like in an amusement park fun house, as Hilary dances about, the song meant for the ears of the dumb fool who once jilted her. Sorry much?
Hills have grown up, she is not a little kid anymore, well, she is actually seventeen here, maturing beautifully. Fire and shattering mirrors a la femme fatale. Whoever the song is directed to, must be kicking your own ass, boy. For Hilary is a vision, dancing in a sparkling silver lamé dress. Rows and rows of mirrors reflect her lovely image, and flames erupt all around them. Fortunately, I do have it on DVD, the Dignity compilation disc, highly recommended to all love-Duff fans.
Hills have grown up, she is not a little kid anymore, well, she is actually seventeen here, maturing beautifully. Fire and shattering mirrors a la femme fatale. Whoever the song is directed to, must be kicking your own ass, boy. For Hilary is a vision, dancing in a sparkling silver lamé dress. Rows and rows of mirrors reflect her lovely image, and flames erupt all around them. Fortunately, I do have it on DVD, the Dignity compilation disc, highly recommended to all love-Duff fans.
