im-actually-kyle

ian, to elyse: are you wearing black socks atop black tights?
elyse: yeah dawg, or else my feet would get cold
kyle (singing quietly to himself): black socks… atop black tights…
ian: you got a song goin’ there, bossy?
kyle: yeah
elyse & ian: sing us your little song!
kyle: black tops…..ablove black…sights……………… ….. …. i got the words perfect the first time through