Visitor from afar, not bound by earthly chains, often seen under silver lights, a mystery in cosmic tales.

Can you hear the drums, my mama? Do you want to, Frenchly, gimme gimme gimme some money money money? Does your mother know you can jive?

Sharp tool to cut and shave without me you will have a bad time in the cave

I’m hard when cold Soft when warm And you spread me before you eat me.

It can be a color. It can be a food. It can be a position that is as smooth as it taste. Back in the day if you a tad crazier that others you were this