Ode to Prince
I was dreaming when I wrote this, forgive me if I go astray
She walked through the out door, she wore a raspberry beret
But it was Saturday night, I guess that makes it alright
And you say, “What have I got to lose”
I say:
Come to the park and play with us, there aren’t any rules in Paisley Park.
She smirks to say:
Sometimes it snows in April
The Choir sings:
I don’t care where we go, I don’t care what we do, I don’t care pretty baby,
Just take me with you
I clapped my hands and singed:
Hey! Look me over.
Tell me do you like what you see
Hey! I ain’t got no money
But honey, I’m rich on personality
I get delirious whenever your near
Lose all self-control, baby just can’t steer
So, what’s the matter with your life?
Is poverty bringin’ you down?
Is the mailman jerkin’ you around
Did he put your million dollar check in someone else’s box, tell me
What’s the matter with your world?
She looks over her shoulder, twirling her hair, saying:
Let’s pretend we're married
That choir sings:
Do I believe in God? Do I believe in me? Controversy.
Dig if you will the picture, of you and I engaged in a kiss
The sweat of your body covers me
can you, my darling, can you picture this
Baby, baby, baby
Can't you stay with me tonight?
You don’t have to be rich, to be my girl
You don’t have to be cool, to rule my world
Ain’t no particular sign I'm more compatible with
I just want your extra time and your kiss
My little secret, my private joy.
I could never let another play with my toy.
The choir sings:
Dearly beloved we are gather here today
In a word or two, it’s you I wanna do
No, not your body, your mind, you fool
Come here, baby, yeah
You sexy Motha Fucka.
She leans in and whispers:
If we cannot make babies, maybe we can make sometime
I step back and gasp:
Thoughts of pretty you and me, erotic city come alive
The choir sings:
Starfish and coffee, maple syrup and jam, Butterscotch clouds and a tangerine, a side order of ham.
I order “Yeah, let me get a fruit cocktail. . . I ain’t too hungry”
Dorothy laughs, “Sounds like a real man to me…do you wanna take a bath”
I cough on a piece of fruit:
…Bath? I said cool - but I’m keepin' my pants on
She said:
Sounds like a real man to me. . .mind if I turn on the radio.
The choir dances:
I’m not a woman, I’m not a man, I am something you’ll never understand
I’m not your lover, I’m not your friend, I am something you’ll never comprehend
The Choir sways, lights dim:
Purple rain, purple rain…
I look at the empty chair where she sat,
Paisley Park glowing like a halo through the window.
Whispered in the dark:
I was dreaming when I wrote this, forgive me if I go astray.
I step outside:
Taxi, Taxi! Lady cab driver can you take me for a ride.
Don’t know where I’m going because I don’t know where I’ve been
So just put your foot on the gas, let’s drive.
The choir sings:
Until the end of time I’ll be there for you.
You own my heart and mind, I truly adore you
It’s gonna be a beautiful night
You got your world together
Everything is lookin’ alright
The cab driver smirks at me in the mirror:
Come here, take my hand, I’ll show U
I think I know a better way, yall
Around the world in a day!
The choir sighs:
She’s always in my hair
The cab driver snaps:
Dance, music, sex, romance!
I smile back:
I ain’t got no money
I ain’t like those other guys you hang around
It’s kinda funny
But they always seem to let you down
Plus you gotta purify yourself in the waters of lake Minnetonka
The choir shouts:
‘TIL I FIND THE RIGHTEOUS ONE. . .COMPUTER BLUE
