These are sevens. The box says nine because well... lady, you're a nine. Now I can accept that. Why can't you?
So, when some moo-cow thunders in here with a pie under each chin, I'm not supposed to ask if that's the Star Spangled banner she's belching so I know whether to sit or stand
There's only one kind of kiss, man faces his woman, closes his eyes, imagines he's with someone else, just like sex
I haven't asked for much and God knows I've gotten it