Okay, this is an entirely worthless blog post. It's late, and I should be getting into bed, but I'll make it snappy. Maybe you'll get a chuckle, like I did, out of this selection of sheet music covers someone had passed along to me at some point.
Rrright. And that's why I requested the restraining order.
a bold proclamation of it being no secret,
and then - cautiously, in parentheses, secretly? - of what God can do
in case you are unclear on the pronunciation of ricochet...
Wait, maybe it's a play on words about an Irish guy. I should've read the lyrics.
I suspect there was a mirror around when these gals decided on their name.
They only later must've realized that for every album cover,
they'd have to turn sideways for their identity to be fully believed.
That has GOT to be Eddie Murphy's great grandfather on the left.
The expressions are perfectly nailed.
waaay outside, with that kind of look and cleavage
Nice try, Pat Boone. I ain't fallin' for the old "Look up there!" trick again.
Instead of that smart side-step, how's about you stop right there and empty your trousers.
This does not remind me of a guy who cares about little white clouds that cry.