Purple Rain


When Doves Cry
Skipper may fly
At age seven
He's in heaven

When Doves Cry
Gazoo may fly
Huge Afro and small body
One day he'll be somebody

Purple Rain is falling
The Kid's misbehaving
The girls are chasing
He's orchestrating

Guitar drums and keyboards
Playing all for fans in hordes
Odd shaped guitars and high pitched voice
Made him an icon of one's choice

The High Priest of Pop devilishly flaunting
Explicit lyrics in his unique singing
The Prince of Funk His Royal Badness has died
In waters of Lake Tonawanda purified

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