Heh.. dat's cause.. those pesky Blues soak into da skin.. worm deir way down into the veins.. do what Blues do.. do what Blues crave.. lap up dem drops of blood.. swim around.. play.. work deir way through dem sweet walls..
*grins* Oh? Is dat so, mon..weeel..could it be it's because da Blues be cravin' da Red?
Me tinks me right. H'and if dats true, mon, den a teeny, tiny bit of da Reagae..talkin' about sucha ting should em help. Course..dey could just be rappin' about..wine? Red, of course, tho. Red, Red Wine-Tony Tribe