Maybe We Can Make a Deal
The Gnome sang along:I remember we were driving
driving in your car/
the speed so fast / I felt like I was drunk/
city lights lay out before us /
and your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder
and I had a feeling that I belonged /
and I had a feeling that I could be someone
be someone
be someone...
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The Monkey just shook his head and he wondered if he could belong, be someone, be someone. Of course, the city lights always had that effect, and soon they were receding in the rear view mirror, and The Indifferent Monkey was himself again. The Gnome was oblivious, but the city lights were always only a short drive away.
posted by The Indifferent Monkey @ 8:26 PM
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