I'd like to meet:
If you want to see and be seen, then be seen. Your dress is dark red and your opening eyes are bright green. Make a scene, but don’t lie on the bed, laid out like you’re dead, because honey, you’re murdering me. Be a little sheep learning who’ll shear and who’ll feed. The hands come and they leave. Be hands holding a knife. Be a being on two feet, with his heart trembling, butchering for a king he believes in though he’s never seen. Be the princess in that stone tower, crying for that handsome butcher’s plight (and, as some princess might, she still calls him a knight.)
Music:
Morphine, Morphine, what made you so mean?
You never used to do me like you do
Where's that sweet gal i knew?
eye dee oh lee tee
eye dee leedle odle ay odle ay tee
eye dee oh lay tee
lee tee
deedle odle lee tee
My Morphine be the death of me