Ode to the stuff that was dripping down Christina Aguilera's leg when she sang at the Etta James funeral

Ode to the stuff that was dripping down Christina Aguilera's leg when she sang at the Etta James funeral

By Ricky Sprague

I love a lady who's so unique
When her voice hits that dulcet shriek,
She springs a little leak,
And you know my knees get weak.

I don't mean to sound malicious,
But I bet that nectar is really delicious,
And I've got a feeling it's also nutritious.

O honeyed songstress,