but how did your ass become that way

During a workout last week with my personal trainer Megan, we gave our usual love-life update. I Mr XXX on the internet millionaire match

Me:Mr XXX and I have been emailing. I like his singing, so he recorded a song and sent it to me as an mp3.

Megan: [tilting chin toward dip bar] Cool.

Me: [starting to do dips] It's doomed. But he's so sweet! Wouldn't you like it if a guy recorded a mp3 for you? You're really into music.

Megan: Hey, I've had top hits written for my ass.

Me: What, like "Baby Got Back"?

Megan: No.

(It was only later that I realized she meant "my ass" as the gangsta way of saying "me", rather than the literal interpretation.)

Me: "Back that Ass Up"? "Rump Shaker"?

Megan: No!

Me: "Bootylicious"?

Megan: No, the song was "Silver, Blue, and Gold".

Me: [horrified]