I’m heading to the hills,
where cougars are real,
better yet - make it - Beverly Hills,
If Beverly is not over the hill,
I’ll buy Beverly some heels.
After Beverly has made it over the hill, I’ll massage her heels.
Over the hills, I’ll ask Santa for Monica,
actually Marilyn Monroe, maybe Madonna,
Wait, Madonna rolled down the hills and landed in
Drake’s lap, paper sack, no lunch, with that kiss she got no pat on the back...