she's precocious and she knows just what it takes to make a pro blush

Obviously my mind works like a Jackson Pollack painting. Throw shit on a canvas and see what sticks or I’ll tell you what you should be seeing. Sometimes it really just is the proverbial polar bear in a snow storm.

knock knock, who's there? scary stare.

Actually, one of these scary stares I thought figured how to make his way into the Stanley Cup final this year by genetically engineering his doppelganger and wearing brown contact lens. But you make the call. Never in a million years did I think I would ever see this look again until he took out a couple players and scored a game winning goal. Then I began to suspect something was rotten in well, if I told you then I’d have to kill you!

knock, knock. who's there? candy man. candy man who?

you lookin' at me? cause i'm lookin' at a couple of things ...