Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray. Ooh, The more I get of you, The stranger it feels, yeah. And now that your rose is in bloom. A light hits the gloom on the gray
Put what to the vote, you ****nuckle? And I resent the prick teasing bit. I've never teased you. Not once.
To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny. Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby? But did you know, That when it snows, My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.
Not content with breaching copyright, this genius of comedy thinks there is entertainment value in pretending to be an out-of-date soul singer. Totally hilarious, except it isn't.