His Name Was Prince
I heard of him
and his little red corvette
when I was too young
to ride with Trojans
baby, he was much too fast
He was scandalous
but it was Saturday night
guess that makes it all right
so I danced
I believed him when he sang
and kept dancing
through purple rain
and thrilled when he told the world
and we all pretended we were married
in paisley park
with darling Nikki
wearing diamonds and pearls
under a blue light
on an continental
international flight
up to
and past
to Erotic City
where I always gett off
Now
his elevator has stopped
the doves cry
the world goes crazy
but he'll still keep us dancing
April 21, 2016
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