Yeah, so, there's this Limey soul singer I have noticed recently - she has a voice that sounds like she has smoked 4 packs of ciggies a day since 1968, but she's all of 20 years young. She's phenomenal. A real talent. She' the Bizzaro Amy Winehorse.
I say this 'cause she belts out jazzy soul-pop like The Equine Pop-Wreck, but she appears to run about 2 bills or so. I've seen the video on VH1. She's a husky gal, in other woids. You could probably fit 3 Winehorses into one leg of Adele's knickers.
I don't care. I'm in love. With Adele, that is. There's just more of you to love, babydoll.
As long as you whisper sweet somethings in my ear in that smoke-broken, or perhaps more accurately, that smoked turkey sangwich raspy voice of yours, I would continue to lovingly feed you Bangers & Mash in a Blanket or Baby Seals In Kentucky Gravy, or Flash-Fried Pay Day Bars or what ever your little heart desires.
Oh yeah. I'll Chase Your Pavement, baby. Chase it all the way to Tottenham and back for a whiff of your Beans n' Toast.
My little Bacon Beautie... sigh...
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