Two Guys and a Girl Short shorts and a Barbie cut, her cleavage in full bloom. She licks up the microphone, gets dancing up the room. Two Guys and a Girl gave you more than you should see. Watch them for a Ben Franklin you do yourself for free. “Love kills with little pills.” “Zombies don’t need a thing.” She tears off her cropped v as her groupies start to sing. Two Guys and a Girl gave you a rain of pink balloons, as they sing their encore, a medley of their risqué tunes.