...are you gonna take me home tonight/all down beside that red firelight/are you gonna let it all hang out....
I walk FrankenDog, wind chapping my lips, hair tucked under what The Prince has dubbed my RastaHat. A black man slows his BMW to lean out the window and tell me, “YOU are BEAU-tiful.”
Now, I am accustomed to black guys (yes, it’s a Black Thing; white fellas are either less admiring or less verbal), even ones in Beamers, slowing down to make appreciative remarks out of windows. But this is different.
Dude was looking at my FACE.
(Fat Bottomed Girls; Queen)*
*I have been informed that this officially cannot be 'my' song. Maybe if it was spelt 'phat'?