Dear Mr Benny Bing,
I've had a crush on you since.....well since. Your smile, that body, your intellect, Allow me to paraphrase Darius Lovehall and believe me when I say,
"Say Mr Bing, can I be your slave? I’ve got to admit boy, you’re the shit boy….and I’m digging you like a grave. Now do they call you, Son of a spinning pulsar , or maybe King of a thousand dreams? Black Adonis, that smile you put on my face child oooh! Who am I? It’s not important. Shit! I’ll be whoever or whatever you say"