Let's think about this, these two were making love all afternoon. Then the guy goes to wash his face, which can't take that long. When the guy returns, in the tiny interval of time that has passed, there's already someone else screwing her? What kind of slut is this Cecilia chick?
And don’t give me any of that metaphor crap! It’s a well-known fact that there is no metaphor in pop music. Prince was really singing about watching some one dance around in a violet hued downpour.
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