Filed under: Confessions of a New Yorker, favorites, ME | Tags: Billy Ray cyrus, guilty pleasure, I can't believe I just admitted that
I have a confession to make. I have a ridiculously guilty pleasure. His name is Billy Ray Cyrus. Thats right. Billy Ray Cyrus. Ever since I was about 6 and heard this song on the radio
Apparently I danced around in the river behind my grandparents house in my bathing suit singing it.
Don’t hate me.
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