We were both dressed to the nines, sitting on the edge of that picnic table. There were dinosaur sprinkles and everything. The whole shabang.

We even danced in the kitchen, he dipped me.

When I took that Christmas tree air freshener from the store, he covered for me, and we flew away when they pursued.

We make a regular old Bonnie and Clyde, I tell ya, and I'll love him forever, down to the last freckle.

But it's not you, and it's not right.