The Artist Formerly and Currently Known as Prince
Little red corvette
Baby you're much 2 fast, yes U r
Little red corvette
U need 2 find a love that's gonna last
A body like yours
Oughta be in jail
'Cuz it's on the verge of bein' obscene
The poet's fevered eye . . .
.............................And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow.
A blast furnace, forced draught no doubt
Under the spreading chestnut tree,
The village smithy stands
The smith, a mighty man is he,
With large and sinewey hands
I always had a thing for "large and sinewy hands"
I had some thought about it, before misspelling "sinewy"
It looks wrong both ways, now......
"....And the muscles on his brawny arms,
Stand out like iron bands."
Strike while the iron is hot.
(Sorry, McTag, I didn't mean to correct your spelling...)
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers.
Yo mama's so fat whenever I yell "Koolaid" she comes crashing through my wall.
Yo mama's so ugly, that when she was born, the doctor slapped yo grandmama.
Yo' mama's so cross-eyed.......When she cry the tears run down her back!
Tears, idle tears . . .
(Thas what i like about this here site, the high tone . . . )
idle gossip sinks loose lips
