Now a man of faith (the Jehovah’s Witness faith to be exact, six years and counting), Prince refuses to play fifty of his older and raunchier songs, claiming, “You can’t push the envelope any further than I’ve pushed it. So stop. What’s the point? So much of what we see on TV and hear on the radio is debased. I will not add to that.”
So there might not be any more “making love till cherry’s gone,” but Prince hungrily croons “I can’t sip you once unless I sip you some more” in the song “Lolita” from his upcoming record. Do you suppose he’s talking about iced coffee? Some more lyrics from the same song that are not very clean, nor very good:
You’re a VIP / at least to me / come here and show / me some ID / I know you’re fine / from head to pumps / if you were mine / we’d bump bump bump.
He could actually be saying “hump, hump, hump,” but let’s assume he’s using the much subtler “bump.” Would Jehovah approve? I’m not so sure.
No matter, his new single “Black Sweat” is hot, and I’m excited to hear the whole of his new album “3121,” even if there is no mention of ejaculation or f*cking until the dawn, when it is released next Tuesday, March 21.
Gayest. Superbowl. Ever.
What do red-blooded American men expect to go with their football if not a naked Nicolette Sheridan? Cirque du Soleil obviously! Regular guys just love the drama, the color, and the flair: all the important aspects of a good…