
Occasionally, we dream that we belong to the somewhat earthier, yet girlishly innocent Marvelettes.

Last night, for the first time, we had a disturbing dream that we were down-and-dirty Vandellas. As Muscato pointed out recently, them girls were one stocking-run away from being Ikettes.

Moving further down the Motown food chain, could we wind up a member of The Velvelettes?

Or, perhaps, even The Andantes?

It's a long way from The Copacabana back to the chitlin' circuit.
I see you more as a Marvelette. Frankly, there ain't no girl group big enough for BOTH you and Diana.
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