I am here to drop a quarter
into a juke box, and play a song.
It's relatively short, and in waltz time.
It speaks of charity, and of longing.
It's on a cd I just mailed to you,
you should have it soon.
My friends, my love, and my prospects.
These are the things I have to offer.
These are the things I will beg to differ.
I want the touch of your olive skin against mine,
I want to hear your laugh.
Good night, my sweet.
good night.
