Ode to the stuff that was dripping down Christina Aguilera's leg when she sang at the Etta James funeral
By Ricky Sprague
I love a lady who's so unique
When her voice hits that dulcet shriek,
She springs a little leak,
And you know my knees get weak.
I don't mean to sound malicious,
But I bet that nectar is really delicious,
And I've got a feeling it's also nutritious.
O honeyed songstress, don't make me beg!
Gimme some of that stuff decorating your leg!
It teases its way down -- drip, drip, drip,
Share it with me love, give me a sip!
When I saw that broth I just had to say,
I know it would be such a sweet consommé,
Join with me now, let's make a flambé!
Is it brown? Is it red? I don't care!
I'm just glad it's escaped your underwear!
Golden throated Christina, I have to declare--
Splash some over here, I need you to share!
Photo from The Blemish, which has more of the story.