His songs are an amazing lot
His looks are insanely hot
The skimpy clothed babes are high on pot
He is partying hard and doing what not...
I heard him first in latin
It increased my levels of prolactin
And then his numbers were in english
God,was anything more a relish..
Every twink,butch and femme
Wants a piece of him to tame
Everytime his Adams apple bob
Million hearts he manages to rob...
My nights are full of guilty pleasures
I worship my shrine tuned to his chartbusters..
He will never know of me...
I dnt harrass him as papparazi
He is apparently hot for tennis players
Cant blame him,she sure is a man slayer
Oscars emmy's and baftas
Should all come to him hereafter...
My love for him I express thus
Readers read and share in my trust
He will be the only one from now on
Of who I think as I get jumped on..
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Idol dreams
Idolatry all the way. . .but to where?
thanx for reading...
Wink..wink...
6 lines : to die for -----
heard him first in Latin
increased my produc-shun' of Prolactin ....!!
every twink , butch or femme
wantsa' piece of him to tame ......
he'll never know me
I don't harass him as Papparazzi ....!!
thnx for sharin : 5-edmore...
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