Seeing Herpes Hilton's twat in night vision and hearing Aretha sing this song (out of breath, of course) are two things I never thought I'd live to witness. Sadly, GOD has a sense of humor.
P.S. You know she sings this song every night to her 32 piece bucket of greasy chicken, mashed potatoes drowned in movie theater popcorn butter, and two boxes of biscuits every night. It's how she makes it through the day.