call me miss daisy
you can drive me anywhere
if you catch my drift

i wrote you a poem
you nailed your step-granddaughter
not cool, man, not cool.

now that we’re married
it’s not cool to keep secrets
so, what’s in the box?

you’re a great actor
and if you were underage
i would buy you beer

hey morgan freeman
um, i wish you would step back
from that ledge, my friend