Love Song

• May. 4th, 2008 at 1:20 AM

 There is a certain song that I love. It's called "Love Story" and it was sung by Shirley Bassey. I have a remix version by Hotel Costes that I adore. But it's also a song that is deeply amusing and perverse to me. Every time I hear this one part, I can't help but think of perverted yet completely ridiculous things. Here's how it goes. Let's see what *you think*, I think?

"He fills my heart with very special things
With angels' songs, with wild imaginings
He fills my soul with so much love
That anywhere I go, I'm never lonely
With him along, who could be lonely
I reach for his hand, it's always there"

It's such a sappy love song. That this part always cracks me up. Being filled up with wild imaginings...is silly. It makes me think of coke bottles, television remote controls, and your lost car keys, in the vagina. "I found the keys! You'll never believe where I put them? Silly me.. and I forgot..."

...And as for his hand always being *there*..I think of crotches or boobs.  Yes..I have a deviant mind. It's true. But I am also easily amused. 

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• Mood:  amused