Carribean Queen, do dum, dum, now you're sharing the same dream, do dum, dum...
Now you can share the private Hell currently taking place in my baby-addled brain.
But I digress and I did have a point, sort of.
And it was this:
Damn! He looks so old. I remember bebopping to his tunes at middle & high school dances back in the day.
Get outta my dreams, dum de dum dum, -ba-, get into my car...
Okay, before you all get outta here because you can't take this lovely trip down memory lane let me just finish my point.
So he looks old... does that plus the presence of two kids make me a grown up? Because honestly, I sometimes have a hard time thinking of myself as one... like I have a permanent self-image of an 18-20 year old... Anybody else have this issue? Or am I just crazy?
Oh, one last thought, and then I promise, no more Billy Ocean, ever.
Get in the back seat baby
Huh? The back seat? Does she need a car seat? Exactly how old is this chick you are trying to pick up Mr. Ocean?