With a tongue like a cow, she could make you go wow.
Left me here to cry alone with a bottle of juice and pork chop bone.
I don't want to spend my life explaining myself. You either get it, or you don't.
I proceeded to take that mitten full of the deadly yellow snow crystals and rub it all into his beady little eyes with a vigorous circular motion.
Why doncha come on over to the house and I'll show 'em to ya?
The manner in which Americans ''consume'' music has a lot to do with leaving it on their coffee tables, or using it as wallpaper for their lifestyles, like the score of a movie --it's consumed that way without any regard for how and why it's made.