Brooke Shields Alphabet

Spending the night, oh yeah!

Go round in circles, autistic-like scheme.

Wait for manchild on a barstool rim.

Hung in the wardrobe, here comes a clothes-moth in.

Wait like a psycho in a dodgeball game.

Non-working hours, an eager-beaver blame.

Keep up the fight for your status: fame.

Question the genders in a slumber party.

Tower over boys: 5 feet 11 inches.

Spending the night oh yeah!

A bodywash or…. James or a female’s tusk.

Wear jeans. Fit good. Smell of white musk.

Sing karaoke online and don’t ask why.

Line up for more drinks, this is a hard task.

Follow the leaders, midnight believers.

Circa 1992 ideas.

Subscribe an offshore new bank account.

Party like a ghost with (a) pale complexion style.

Spending the night oh yeah!

Question the genders, biking with a skirt on it.

Riding from Oxford in Mississippi.

Don’t feel nothing, just simulate.

A tennis player, a word with a fate.

Use the utensil, eating implement.

Agenda: sleep tight, valium by eight.

Ride a waggon, doomer and faster again.

X-ray the feelings of this baseball player.

Cruising on a yacht with a champagne stemware

Zero complex, grasp the meaningless.