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So stunned, I became blank
On the outside anyway
On the inside my blood turned to tears
and I am still crying on the inside today
I'm writing this the day after I heard that Prince died
It was my daughter who gently told me
I was pregnant with her when I saw Purple Rain
but I became a Prince fan long before that movie
In 1978 I heard Soft and Wet on the radio and asked, what did he just say?
Not giving the side eye, I felt there was a third eye to it, something creatively free
It was sultry falsetto, electrified, unapologetic, on the edge
He was off the beaten path musically, and the trip was alright with me
Rock, R&B, Funk, Pop, Jazz, whatever, just mix it up, spice it up
By the time I Wanna Be Your Lover came out I was hooked
Played all sorts of instruments, and he was self taught
He served a creative gumbo, and I loved it every time he cooked
He was just as handsome as he was talented
Before he even opened his mouth to sing, he'd make women swoon
His smile, so alluring it could take your heart on a flight of fancy
And that ageless, knowing look could send you far, far over the moon
Prince was a heptagon peg that didn't even try to fit into a round hole
A psychedelic kaleidoscope that made every color pop
He sang 'life is just a party, and parties weren't meant to last'
Now the news is saying that his effervescent life has come to a stop
And it just doesn't seem right, or true
I realize his music and his spirit will live on, just because...
...well, he'll always be Prince...and there's solace in that
But I'm still sort of in shock over this, still lingering in paisley pause...
