Bed of...Ouch

[reajade]

I think I may've just found yet another way to freak Dusty out.  I was reading him the lyrics to Captain Crash and the Beauty Queen from Mars, cuz its like my new fave poem/song.  I read him the words.  Crying.  I ask him, "IS THAT NOT THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING YOU'VE EVER HEARD!!!!!!!!???????  I AM THE BEAUTY QUEEN FROM MARS!!!!!!!!!  I WOULD WEAR ROLLER SKATES TO BED!!!!!!  Granted, you don't wear eyeliner, or look like Ziggy Stardust, but still...."

"I've heard better."  He says.

"Okayfine, you're right.  Who else can make a yawn sound so sexy?!"

"What?"

"You know?:  'With an Ironclad fist, I wake up, and French-Kiss the mornin'"

...and then I proceed to quote the whole song, from there to the end.

We're both impressed by this point.  Then it occurrs to me, that I've left out the First Verse.

Back to the First Verse:

"Sittin' here wastin' the mood, at this ol' piano, 
Tryin' hard to capture a moment, this mornin' I don't know
Cuz a bottle of Vodka's still lodged in my head
And some blonde gave me nightmares
I think that she's still in my bed
As I dream about movies they won't make of me when I'm dead."

...."Dusty?  Are you still there?  Are you listening?"

Dusty:  "Sadly.  Yes."

Me:  O FUCKING GOD!  I DIDN'T KNOW I KNEW THAT SONG WORD FOR WORD!!!!!!!!

(happiness and rambling ensues.)