“It’s night in the city. Picture a glamorous New York from the 40’s. Take my hand. Dance. And sing with me… you are the one for me, for me, for me, formidable, you are my love very, very, very, veritable…”
“Everyone’s wearing nice hats.” You said almost convincing
“Just… Dance…” I laughed.
« See me, see me, see me, si minable, je ferais mieux d'aller choisir mon vocabulaire »
Turn. Turn. Turn.
“We’re just missing the band” you smiled again.
« How can I love you.»
“Play it again.”
“Ok.”
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«You are the one for me, for me, for me, formidable, you are my love very, very, very, veritable…»
[Mrs. K i t e ]