I make it back to Memphis after a long day of taking Sal to camp. My leg is cramping. My back is in spasms. But it doesn't matter. My favorite Police song is playing, and I'm almost home.
Though I've tried before to tell her...
Of the feelings I have for her in my heart
I'm fifteen minutes from stretching out on my sofa. I may just be able to con someone into rubbing my back. I can almost feel the pillow under my head. I'm singing at the top of my lungs. Oh, joy. Oh, happy, happy day!
Do I have to tell the story...
Of a thousand rainy days since we first met
And then I see a guy standing on the side of the road. I'll spare you the details. Suffice to say that from this day on, whenever I hear "Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic," I'll think of this song instead...
Thanks, Mister. Thanks a lot.
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