*sigh*. Girl, tonight we're gonna make love. You know how I know? Because it's Wednesday. And Wednesday night is the night that we usually make love. Monday night is my night to cook. Tuesday night we go and visit your mother, but Wednesday night we make sweet, weekly love. It's when everything is just right. There's nothing good on TV. You haven't had your after-work social sports team practice so you're not too tired. Oh boy... it's all on. You lean in and say something sexy like, "I might go to bed I've got work in the morning." I know what you're trying to say girl. You're trying to say, "Oh, yeah. It's business time. It's business time.".
Oh my god, she's so hot. She's so flipping hot, she's like a curry. I wanna tell her how hot she is but she'll think I'm being sexist. She's so hot, she's making me sexist... bitch..
Bowie's in space. Bowie's in space. Whatcha doin' out there, man?. That's pretty freaky, Bowie. (Ooh Bowie!). Isn't it cold out in space, Bowie?. Do you want to borrow my jumper, Bowie?.