: You got me looking at that heaven in your eyes.
: They’re blue. I have two of them. And you’re very sweet–but I’m taken.
: I was chasing your direction.
: Oh. I really meant to take a shower today, but I woke up late. Sorry.
: I was telling you no lies.
: That was very zen of you.
: And I was loving you.
: And that was very creepy of you.
: When the words are said, baby, I lose my head.
: And, of course, that was very Anne Boleyn of you.
: And in a world of people, there’s only you and I.
: “Me.” Only you and “me”. You went to public schools, didn’t you? (Actually, I jest. Andy’s using the proper pronoun in this instance because it follows a copulative verb and must be in the subjective case. Those silly couplas.)
: There ain’t nothing come between us in the end.
: Except, for oh… I dunno, maybe that restraining order, you freak.
: How can I hold you when you ain’t even mine?
: You can’t–and now you’re scaring me.
: Only you can see me through.
: Poor boy. Got what that Olsen twin’s got, don’t ya’?
: Do it light, taking me through the night.
: So light you’ll suspect I’m not even there. Which I’m not. Got it?
: Shadow dancing, baby you do it right.
: I’m also good at the Waltz.
: Give me more, drag me across the floor.
: Um, hello? Have you ever danced a Waltz? Very little dragging–mostly none.
: Shadow dancing, all this and nothing more.
: I’ll stick with the Waltz. Or nothing more.
: All that I need is just one moment in your arms.
: The only thing that goes in my arms are needle tracks. And you don’t look pointy.
: I was chasing your affection.
: Because it was running from you, you sicko! Have you not noticed a theme here?
: I was doing you no harm.
: Duh. I’m faster with the running.
: And I was loving you.
: Liar. Love doesn’t stalk.
: Make it shine, make it rain, baby I know my way.
: Again with the stalking. I don’t think you get the concept of “love”.
: I need that sweet sensation of living in your love.
: First, my arms, now my love? What are you, a transient?
: I can’t breath when you’re away, it pulls me down.
: Heh. You wish I’d pull you down.
: You are the question and the answer am I.
: You are teh psycho and teh scared am I.
: Only you can see me through.
: X-ray glasses. Got ’em out of the back of a comic book. I can also see boobies.
: I leave it up to you.
: I want nothing to do with your ups.