Thursday: Groovy Tunes [7-16-09]
It was Thursday so Peyton was working at Groovy Tunes.
And it was Peyton so the music was either loud or depressing. And loud.
And the CDs were late arriving and she was feeling particularly alone (and more than a little uneasy about her interlude with Ipod and the others) and, well...
Before she knew it she was singing.
I haven't been loved by a man in quite a while
You know it ain't easy making me smile
Friends have their lovers, men on a string
There must be something terribly wrong with me
Sometimes I feel like I haven't learned anything
How do you do would you like to be friends?
No, I just want a bed for the night
Someone to tell me they care
You can fake it, that's all right
In the morning I won't be here
It's a sacrificial altar
And I'm laying down my head
And I'm telling you up front
That I haven't much to give
Is that how it's done?
Or shall I sing and dance?
Give me a chance
How do you do, do you want to be friends?
Yes, that might be very nice
Maybe we'll fall in love
Ev'ry body has its price
Mine is yours for free
If you'll be in love with me
I haven't been loved by a man in quite a while
You know it ain't easy making me smile
All my friends have their lovers
They've got men on a string
There must be something terribly wrong with me
How do you do, would you like to be friends?
Welcome to Groovy Tunes.
And it was Peyton so the music was either loud or depressing. And loud.
And the CDs were late arriving and she was feeling particularly alone (and more than a little uneasy about her interlude with Ipod and the others) and, well...
Before she knew it she was singing.
I haven't been loved by a man in quite a while
You know it ain't easy making me smile
Friends have their lovers, men on a string
There must be something terribly wrong with me
Sometimes I feel like I haven't learned anything
How do you do would you like to be friends?
No, I just want a bed for the night
Someone to tell me they care
You can fake it, that's all right
In the morning I won't be here
It's a sacrificial altar
And I'm laying down my head
And I'm telling you up front
That I haven't much to give
Is that how it's done?
Or shall I sing and dance?
Give me a chance
How do you do, do you want to be friends?
Yes, that might be very nice
Maybe we'll fall in love
Ev'ry body has its price
Mine is yours for free
If you'll be in love with me
I haven't been loved by a man in quite a while
You know it ain't easy making me smile
All my friends have their lovers
They've got men on a string
There must be something terribly wrong with me
How do you do, would you like to be friends?
Welcome to Groovy Tunes.