She was hot for me
I met a new girl at a barbecue, very pretty, a blonde I think. I don't know, her hair was on fire, and all she talked about was herself. You know these kind of girls: "I'm hot. I'm on fire. Me, me, me." You know. "Help me, put me out."
Come on, could we talk about me just a little bit? -- Garry Shandling