by Tomorrow's Man
March 05, 2003
"When my baby...when my baby smiles at me I go to Rio...de Janeiro...my-oh-me-oh..."
Now why on Earth or in Heck would I get that song stuck in my head all morning?
Maybe the embolism is taking it's time...or maybe I'm mad mad, I tell you!
Maybe i just really like saying, "my-oh-me-oh" out loud while sitting in traffic.
Maybe I just really miss Peter Allen...sigh....
Or, maybe, it's because my baby, when my baby smiles at me oh my-oh-me-oh, she's got a smile like a glitter-surfaced ornament, and if just her smile can send me to a Brazilian paradise, then just imagine where she sends me with the rest of her stunning self.
My-oh-Me-oh!