Gee, darling
Originally posted to linebyline, the key line being 'she just couldn't help herself'.
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every time he hits the screen she
swoons with the force of a hundred
hours spent watching and learning and
mimicking the way he talks, the way he smokes, the way he
clothes himself in exotic things in order to bring herself
closer to the man in the silver show.
but that was a mask and now he's moved on
but she still sings his songs, still jives to his groove
she just couldn't help herself
it's the only thing she's got
gives her
glamour
gives her
purpose
gives her a vicarious existence
to call her own.
~
every time he hits the screen she
swoons with the force of a hundred
hours spent watching and learning and
mimicking the way he talks, the way he smokes, the way he
clothes himself in exotic things in order to bring herself
closer to the man in the silver show.
but that was a mask and now he's moved on
but she still sings his songs, still jives to his groove
she just couldn't help herself
it's the only thing she's got
gives her
glamour
gives her
purpose
gives her a vicarious existence
to call her own.