In Which I Channel Don Ho

So, I looked down at my chest this morning…

   and the next thing I knew, I had burst into song:

        (to the tune of "Tiny Bubbles")

                              Tiny bruises

                              On my breast

                              Make me happy

                              Make me feel fine

                              Tiny bruises

                              Make me smile all over

                              With the feeling that they're aching

                              Cuz someone has said, "they're mine"

                              So I think about the velvet voice

                              And I think about the magic hands

                              But mostly what I think

                              Is "mmm, yes please"

Do you think The Ambassador of Aloha would mind?

(And, more importantly, should I be more alarmed by the extemporization itself or the fact that I actually knew that many stanza's worth of lyrics…?)