 You're the starry skies above me. Won't you please come down and hug me? Think I found love in this club tonight. Never met her before, but I think I like her like a metaphor. It's hard to get in the car we sit. From the intro, she rolled down the window just in case I was a skit. So I compliment her on the common sense. I'm calm, a little more confident. And then we lose consciousness.