Sy

R. Kelly expands on his love of the female body in “Marry the P**sy,” in which he serenades well, you know.

From the first verse, it is clear he is not actually talking about eating Oreos: “Then I beat the p**sy ‘til it’s blue.”

But Sy, the fourth child, was always mischievous, curious, and made people laugh.

Sy has been the guy in the ghetto, but he has also defied expectations.

She shot the breeze with him as if they were long-lost pals, but Sy was a little leery at first.

On the other 'and, anyfink I might 'eve to sy of valyer——There is a clawss o' politician that 'as nuffn to sy—Aoh!

It all comes from uvver people's 'ard, unpleasant lybour—it's all built on Muvver as yer might sy.

Voice cryin' in the wilderness—I daon't sy we was yngels— there was faults on bofe sides.

Puffect liberty, of course, nao Censorship; just sy wot yer like—an' never be 'eard of no more.

I sy, there's veal an' 'am, an' pork wine at the back for them as wants it; I 'eard the word passed.