Feb. 11th, 2010

carpe_demon: (I have a charming smile)
Drake was in his office (sans cat, mouse, or monkey) this week as per usual. He was in a fabulous mood, which may have been while he was playing the radio a bit too loudly.

Sweat, baby, sweat, baby, sex is a Texas drought
Me and you do the kind of stuff that only Prince would sing about
So put your hands down my pants, and I'll bet you'll feel nuts
Yes I'm Siskel, yes I'm Ebert, and you're getting two thumbs up
You've had enough of two-hand touch, you want it rough, you're out of bounds
I want you smothered, want you covered, like my Waffle House hashbrowns
Come quicker than FedEx, never reach an apex, just like Coca-Cola stock you are inclined
To make me rise an hour early just like Daylight Savings Time


The demon was in, but not, at the moment, doing it like they do on the Discovery Channel.

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