= At this crucial moment, yet another representative of the Broken Arsed fauna makes her presence known. =
(( It's
MIKA THE DUMBASS MUSICAL MULE, whose voice now comes drifting out of the nearest laundromat vent, mixed with the steam, and borrowing its warm, soft and misty quality as a song floats delicately in the air all around the stairwell: ))
You’re a song
Written by the hands of god
Don’t get me wrong, cause
This might sound a little bit odd
But you own the place
Where all my thoughts go hiding
And right under your clothes
Is where I’ll find them
Underneath your clothes
There’s an endless story
There’s the man I chose
There’s my territory
Friend, all the things you deserve
For being here! I’ve felt so lonely……..
Cause a you
I say all my restraint good-bye
cause a you
I feel so happy that I could cry
All my doubts are gone
This thing grabs with power
We still sure belong to each other
Underneath your clothes
There’s an endless story
There’s the man I chose
There’s my territory
Friend, all the things you deserve
For being mine! This ain’t so lonely……..
I’ve missed you, every breath I drew for four years
Movin’ talkin’ walkin’ ridin’
You bet its true
And now that you kiss me
I almost can’t believe it
As every voice to hold us back are silenced
dreams are hanging on this moment
Like the right key turns the lock tumblers
at last I know I’m home, now
Underneath your clothes
There’s an endless story
There’s the man I chose
There’s my territory
Friend, all the things you deserve
For finding me! I’ve been so lonely……..
((Mika very obviously must have borrowed some inspiration from Shakira's "Underneath your clothes"))