Last night, Himself and I are laying around in our underwear watching TV. In this show, the guy and girl have broken up and the guy calls in to a radio station to request a song for his girl in the hopes of making up.
Himself remarks, "If we ever broke up, I would call in to a radio station and tell them to play that Titanic song by Celine Dion, dedicated to you. And I would tell them it's because it's your favorite song."
I reply with theatrical gagging noises.
Himself points out, "Well, see, now you have to stay with me. Or else people will think you like Celine Dion."
A pillow fight ensued.
Ahh, romance.
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The sleepless nights, the daily fights,
The quick toboggan when you reach the heights,
I miss the kisses, and I miss the bites,
I wish I were in love again.
The broken dates, the endless waits,
The lovely loving, and the hateful hates,
The conversations with the flying plates,
I wish I were in love again.
No more pain, no more strain,
Now I'm sane, but I would rather be punch-drunk.
The pulled out fur of cat and cur,
The fine mismating of a him and her,
I've learned my lesson, but I wish I were
In love again.
The furtive sigh, the blackened eye,
The words: "I love you, 'til the day I die”,
The self deception that believes the lie,
I wish I were in love again.
When love congeals it soon reveals,
The faint aroma of performing seals,
The double-crossing of a pair of heels,
I wish I were in love again.
No, no more care, no, no despair,
Now I'm all there (now), but I'd rather be punch-drunk.
Believe me sir, I much prefer,
The classic battle of a him and her,
I don't like quiet, and I wish I were,
In love again
aleks,
if these are your words, you need to publish them. if not, i would love to know whose they are. "the flying plates"... the imagery is perfection. thanks for sharing this.
daddio
That is brutal, and totally unfair, and so what I'm going to tell Amy at some point in the future.
Daddio,
That song's from Babes In Arms. So, whoever wrote the music for that.
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