In her song Dear John, T. Swift sings, "All the girls that you've run dry have tired, lifeless eyes 'cause you burned them out." "Eww!" Dorothy recoiled. "He burned their eyes out?"
We were listening to a podcast about social rules, and the podcast pointed-out that you wear nicer clothes to church than you wear every day. "Not me," Dorothy noted. [This is true. She picks out her own clothes.] The podcast continued: "And you wear different clothes to sleep in than you wear in the daytime." "Not you!" Dorothy observed.