He must have spent weeks perfecting this one. "Let's see ... I met her just a year ago ... ago; ago; what rhymes with ago? Snow! That's it! We made love in a bank of snow ... nah, too much sexual connotation. Blow ... blow ... nah, it'll never get past the censors. Grow ... EUREKA! I met her just a year ago ... she made my trouser boa grow ... no, too descriptive. Wait! I've got it! MY LOVE FOR HER WILL GROW AND GROW! ...."
Yep, pure cornball poetry from a 16-year-old.
I'll take it any day over anything from M&M, 50 Cent, or most any of the manufacturers of recent throaway rap music.
No, I'm not one of those wh clain rap isn't even music at all; it's the legitimate inheritor of skat and any number of novelty tunes from *The Rilarac Song* and *Three Widdle Fishies* to *Surfin' Bird.* But I still like Jennie Lee.
Back then I wonder what that obscure L.A. stripper thought of that song a couple of her high school fans wrote about her.