My dearest Björk,
I never understood the critics.
I've had a crush on you from the first time I heard your voice. From the very first time I laid eyes on you.
But when I saw you again in the 2004 Oscars with the swan dress I just couldn't take it anymore. I adore you. I love you. I want to make love to you and I want you to wear the swan dress.
You're an ugly little chickling, and your style of clothing is... ummm... well... interesting..., but the swan dress just makes everything perfect. And if you tell me dirty words in that sweet Icelandic dailect of yours, I'll be right there on cloud number nine in the seventh heaven.
Or can I just have the swan dress?
Please, tell me I can!
My love for you always. Think of me, like I think of you, always. Say you do!
M.
(for people who are not familiar with this:
http://www.virginmedia.com/music/pictures/profiles/bjork-costumes.php?ssid=5)