I look at you and I think it's amazing that there's a guy out there gets to do all kinds of things with you. He gets to make you happy and spend evenings with you...
...make me martinis, listen to Van Morrison...
...smell your skin...
...after a day at the beach.
Yeah, and read the papers...
...on a Sunday morning...
...a rainy Sunday morning, and pepper your belly with baby kisses... Sorry.
The thing is, there's a guy out there thinks the same thing about Tracy and he's jealous of you because you get to do all that with her.
Let me ask you something; can you think of anything better than making love to an attractive stranger... with just an oil light to guide your way? Can you think of anything better?
Going back to Chicago. Ice cold martini. Van Morrison.
Sunday papers. Got ya.
