I wanted her real bad, and I was about to give in. That’s when she started talkin’ ‘bout true love! Started talkin’ 'bout sin! Well, I said “Honey, I’ll be with you for the rest of my life!” But she said “No hoogie-noogies, see, 'til you make me your wife!” So I said, “My honey, may baby, don’t put my love up on no shelf!” She said “Don’t give me no lines, and keep your hands to yourself!”
Yes, Loopydude, that is very like the problem I had with my guy. It’s really amazing how similar our experiences are.
So one day we were playing gin by a crackling fire, I decided to make my play. I said, “Babe, with my girlish charming good looks, how can you stand it for one more day?” He suggested that maybe it was the skeevy look in my eye, and implied that my mind had turned to applesauce. And he said something about the dreary architecture of my soul. I said, “So what is it exactly turns you off?”
Late at night, you’re taking me home. You say you want to stay, I say I want to be alone.
I say I don’t love you, but you know I’m a liar. Because when we kiss, oooh, fire.
But since no man does it all by himself, I said: “Young man, put your pride on the shelf. And just go there, to the YMCA. I’m sure they can help you today.”
I remember what you told me before you went out on your own, “Sometimes to keep it together, we got to leave it alone.” So you can get on with your search, baby, and I can get on with mine, and maybe someday we will find that it wasn’t really wasted time.
Luckily there’s a light, over at the Frankenstein place. There’s a light, burning in the fireplace. There’s a light in the darkness of everybody’s night.
Don’t lose hope. There’s got to be a morning after, if we can hold on through the night. We have a chance to find the sunshine, so let’s keep on looking for the light.
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Although, hoogie-noogies has a certain charm to it.
Don’t speak. I know what your thinking. So please stop explaining. Don’t tell me cause it hurts.
But you’re just talking about Shaft. We can dig it.
You belong to the City. You belong to the night. Living in a river of darkness beneath the neon lights. When the lights go down in the city, and the sun shines on the bay. Ooohh, I want to be there in my city.
Well, I know my dreams are a-dyin’, and my love is an anchor tied to you - tied with a silver chain, even! But I have my ship, and all her flags are flyin’. She is all that I have left, and “Music” is her name.