Dear Jim,
Let's go get that holy water drink....you know baby, I've been thinking about you alot. All these demons, all these women you've been with, you need yourself a real woman. Screw plastic tits and dining at Spago......One with amazing powers to excorcise the demons. Let's write a love song together.....here I go ...this one is for you Jim.......
Jimbo, Precious flower,
you hurt me like FIRE,
burning me with DESIRE,
my little LIAR, LIAR!
Lick me, Lick me,
I'll make you pea soup,
Screw Campbell's, my brand is thicker!
My revlon lipstick,
on all this torn skin,
Feel my locks, they flow in the wind,
tangled and oiled for Father Carrey....
my yellow eyes, i need visine,
i need a lullaby,
rock me to sleep, i'll levitate 6 feet,
for you to compell me with your prayers,
i'll rise above my bed, nekkid if you dare.
Well, God damn just don't stare!!!!!
Ooo-la la, i put David Copperfield to shame,
i've risen four feet in the air,
I see you've risen 12, (what can i say? I'm feeling confident???)
Rise my little fiend, RISE!!!!!!
*romper room has just let out. this house is clear.*