Friday, November 18, 2005

I'm in love

....with Michael Buble's Save the Last Dance for me. Hahah, tricked ya, didn't i?

I have never heard a song, that provokes a nerve reaction to my legs, giving them dreams of dancing across the hall.

At least mine did... around the confines of my room anyway. Not to mention the confines of the length of my headphones' wires, hahaha. Imaginary dance partner (... t-shirt) and all.

Keep replaying it on my Winamp. Romance, bittersweet memories, the idea of just being near someone you love, beaches, disco ball lights whirlwind in the hot tub. And oh, also Justin and Brian waltzing into my brain, at Justin's prom. Brian wrapping his white scarf around Justin and pulling him closer...

One of the most romantic moments I've ever seen on a TV show.

Now *cough* that's all i'll say on it, before I turn into a mushy mashed potato human being. But I'm feeling all love love now, I dunno why. I blame it on that song.

You can dance-every dance with the guy
Who gives you the eye,let him hold you tight
You can smile-every smile for the man
Who held your hand neath the pale moon light
But don't forget who's takin' you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
So darlin' save the last dance for me

Oh I know that the music's fine
Like sparklin' wine,go and have your fun
Laugh and sing,but while we're apart
Don't give your heart to anyone
But don't forget who's takin' you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
So darlin' save the last dance for me

Baby don't you know I love you so
Can't you feel it when we touch
I will never never let you go
I love you oh so much

You can dance,go and carry on
Till the night is gone
And it's time to go
If he asks if you're all alone
Can he walk you home,you must tell him no
'Cause don't forget who's taking you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
So darling,save the last dance for me

'Cause don't forget who's taking you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
So darling,save the last dance for me
Save the last dance for me
Save the last dance for me.

The first lines of the song =
. Tugs my heart strings and gets brain to think of warm arms.

Madie's asleep on my floor next to me, while Milo's on my bed, pillow. I don't dare to roll my chair because I might run over her tail. (<-- happened numerous times *swt* ). I'm a total messy hippo, and my comforter's on the floor with my dog. Some people will scream in horror over that, but then again I'm not too much on cleanliness, an apparently bad trait for a result of a XY chromosome. I sayang them so much. I especially love burying my face in Madie's fur. I don't think I'll ever call anyone baby without thinking of them.

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