because you changed the way you kissed me
So, apparently, at 1am when everyone is drunk off their face at a 21st and degenrating into that spiral of nonesensical conversation and blatant sexual advances, I am that girl. You know. That girl. Yeah, that's right.
I'm the one they turn to if they need to know the molecular structure of sulfuric acid.
Now I may never know the context of that particular drunk argument, or whether I was actually capable at that point of walking the two meters required to find out, but it's good to know that I contributed something last night. That something being H2SO4. (And also a dress/hair that random people felt the need to stroke. Constantly. To the point where my friend B., bless him, engaged our mutual pretend-to-make-out-so-the-creeps-think-you're-taken deal we have going for all such occasions.)
Also I am the favourite of all the small children, I fought them with glowstick lightsabres and had a prolonged dramatic death scene in the driveway.
Dignity, who needs it.
In other, very important news, this is Bruno Oro.
So basically I know bruno from a Catalan football parody SNL-type show, where among others he is an eternally delighted Villa Villa Maravilla and a mirror-sexual Cristiano Ronaldo, confusing me massively and leaving me with an inexplicable trace desire to sleep with both of them after watching any episodes of Crackovia.
And then I realised that normally he goes around looking like this, and temporarily dwelt on how unfair it was that he be both funny and ridic hot
Turns out, he sings too. And while the notes he hits and the things his eyebrows do in "Napoli" make me have to cross my legs and whimper, this is obvs his most important musical contribution.
THAT'S A BONA FIDE LOVE SONG. DON'T TRY AND TELL ME OTHERWISE. I'M PRETTY SURE THE WORDS "BEAUTIFUL SMILE" ARE UTTERED AT SOME POINT, IN BETWEEN THE MONOLOGUING ABOUT HUMBLE TINY PHYSICS-DEFYING GENIUS.