Clay Aiken's gonads are inconsequential.
Clay Aiken is not smarter than a 5th grader
but I am not smarter than Clay Aiken, and would not want to be
anywhere near the Rainbow Brite pink panties he wears while performing
wait. wait. wait.  i forgot to tell you,
Here I am,Prayin for this moment to last,Livin on the music so fine,Borne on the wind,Makin it mine
(stop being John Malcovich)
We are loved by the trampling riders, their inchings and perpendicular cleats. Tributary:
we love you, Timothy, it's gonna hurt when you come back down
I don't wanna come back down from this cloud, it's taken me all this time to find out what I need
rolls around this tongue a desire no less to have Gavin's onliest hairlocks, them's that are nice.
they what have a free-dome feeling, multitude of choice bits
they want a grotto-dome in the pool, multitude of choice tits
but who can give them the "mercy scrub" unless, bowing down,
with a Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer, good God almighty which way do I steer
having the slightest notion of aim.  Sincerely snockered, Ms. Tidywink
said I loved you but I lied cuz this is more than love I feel inside
said I loved you but I was wrong cuz love could never ever feel so strong
and psalms are ever, sever so long.  I want to kick you or knock out your wall.
Don't go chasing waterfalls, please stick to the rivers and the lakes that you're used to
I know that you're gonna heave it forthright or no jets will fire