The smell of that chick just put my spine out of place.

The story:

I was a wee lass of 10 or 11. We had a teacher that would allow us to bring albums into class and listen to music during lunch. I chose Hunky Dory. I sang along out loud. The look on my teacher's face told me I had done something wrong. He said nothing, probably due to the fact that my version *could* be considered cleaner. It wasn't until I was in Jr. High School that I realized what the real words were.