Norway didn't pick Alexander Rybak's baby sister, or whatever she was. HOORAH! He looked like this about the matter
Norway's entry, some ode to feeders, inspires no real opinion in me. It just seems odd and flat. But it's not Rybak, so ahahahahahahhahahahahahaha!
And Finland picked this:
Where to even start with this one?
Ok, firstly, if you want to marry him that badly, why can't you propose. This is the 21st century?
Secondly, "I'm your slave and you're my master." Are you fucking serious?
Thirdly: Did you grab that dress from a bin?
Fourthly: Did you grab this song from a bin?
Fifthly: This song's rhyme-scheme is so bad, and that's in a year that already rhymed 'paris' with 'where is'
Sixthly: Is 'sixthly' a word?
Seventhly: If he takes a shot at you, I hope it's through a long-range rifle.
Eighthly: Why do you have to 'walk a walk of shame?' What kind of marriage are you in?
Ninthly: If you can get past the line in the second verse about her giving him cute babies, you're a stronger person than me.
Tenthly: This is not a way to get a guy to propose.
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