Imagine this scenario: A rock song meets a country song, buys her a drink and tells her all sorts of flattering lies until she disregards reality and agrees to leave the bar with him. They head back to her place and, following a few minutes of small talk, make sweet sweet love and spawn a love child. Now, while you might think that said child would be of the "country rock" variety, I have news for you. You're wrong.
Case in point:
If only all musical offspring could be so palatable. Kimberly Stewart, take note.
[From my girl crush, Taza.]
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