Happy Birthday, All Night Long
It’s Usher’s birthday and you might want to take a nap in case he decides to celebrate by making good on all those promises (threats?) to do it to you in the following ways:
From 11 ’til six in the morning.
With his hands in places he’s never seen (“Girl, you know what he means”!?).
Constantly, ’til the break of dawn.
’Til its “skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet.”
Happy birthday, Usher!