The letter U

Let me usher you in, baby, and take it nice and slow, cause you make me wanna let it burn. These are my confessions, girl: I know you got it bad, and you remind me of how I’m so…caught up. Let’s make love in this club, cause the DJ’s got us fallin’ in love again. I need a girl, somebody to love, so let me mix you a hot tottie. You don’t have to call, just say “yeah!” and we can do it my way.

4 Comments

  1. dasfuller

    Pre T-gives delirium?

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  2. Luigus

    What? No…? It’s an homage to – or maybe a mockery of – Usher.

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  3. dasfuller

    Usher? What? Wait, what does this have to do with ushers? What the hell is going on here?

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  4. Luigus

    No, Usher the singer. Are you doing a bit or something? Do you not know who that is? The post is a series of his song titles strung together to show the insipid narrative that his music catalogue creates.

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