I love Queen. Nah. I ADORE Queen. If I had to choose one outrageously theatrical and musically fabulous flamboyant group to listen to for the rest of my life, I'd choose Queen.Let's face it. I'd likely choose Queen even without all those descriptive limitations.
I mean, seriously. Queen's Greatest Hits isn't just a permanent staple in my house cleaning sound track. It pretty much compromises my house cleaning sound track. Bless that Freddie Mercury, may he rest in spandex-clad peace.
Mary. Dude. What a freakin' rad baby shower gift. Thank you. A girl who gifts me the xylophone version of Killer Queen is a friend indeed.
The lullaby covers on this cd don't have words. Perhaps it's for the best. Maybe
"just killed a man.
Put a gun against his head- pulled the trigger-
now he's dead"
is best saved for later instruction.
And maybe it makes me a bad mom, but the day Floyd sings along to Bohemian Rhapsody in the car with me is a day my eyes fill with tender maternal tears of joy.
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That is a RAD gift. I too am an Queen connoisseur. "Fat Bottom Girls" keeps me going on the treadmill at the gym.
That is a RAD gift. I too am an Queen connoisseur. "Fat Bottom Girls" keeps me going on the treadmill at the gym.
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