"Everybody's talking all this stuff about me/ Why don't they just let me live?" Brittney Spears covers Bobby Brown's My Prerogative.
To get the true moronicity of this choice, you have to see the video. a swanky high school house party is going on; all of a sudden a convertible sports car sails over the fence and crashes into the swimming pool. Brittney hops out in a halter top and starts singing.
Add to this snogging Madonna onstage, sliding out of her limo vagina first at numerous public venues, and generally acting like a twit in front of the cameras of the world, and she has the NERVE to complain about a lack of privacy?