She’s A Lady.
Well she knows what I’m about,
She can take what I dish out, and that’s not easy,
Well she knows me through and through,
She knows just what to do, and how to please me.
She’s a lady. Whoa, whoa, whoa. She’s a lady.
Talkin’ about that little lady and the lady is mine.
“…hold up that fucking Cubs shit. . . fuck them.”
My goodness. My poor delicate ears. To be fair, of the 18 beautiful f-bombs in the affadavit, these are her only two. And actually both Chicago Bureau and I have expressed pretty much the same sentiment on at least a couple of occasions. Maybe that means Patti is born to be a Stinquer after all. Come on in Patti, we won’t judge, we promise! We welcome that sort of thing…
And only 18? In 72 pages? I say more than that before I get out of bed in the morning.
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