2002-11-13 - 4:04 p.m.
Hallo, all out there, its me Iris
I’m writing ‘cause I can’t go outside
its raining and water is my virus
The young people sounds from the radio is what I like to hear
when those crazy crazy fast songs are played,
I can’t control myself,
my cat jumps and hisses when I cheer
Don’t get me wrong, I desperately love a slow tune
about tenderness, devotion and passion.
sweethearts floating down the river of love, under a full moon
I especially adore when a boy dedicates one of those slowies,
his voice cracks when he broadcasts,
"To Tootsie, I like you, Love, Joey"
I don’t know any boys and Lilly Rose is out of town
but I want to be dedicated to,
and dance slowly on my carpet in a floor length gown
so I call the station to record my dedication
"To Iris, you are quite a girl,
always clean and punctual, from Iris"
is my radio salutation
Then there it is, after the advert for blueberry bubble gum
a declaration of love fills the airwaves
directed towards the heart of yours truly,
making my both my thumbs and pinkies go completely numb
I ask myself for this dance and of course I agree
my right hand grasps my left hand
and I Foxtrot until I feel
like my name is in lights high on the marquee
my bare feet tickle as they swish on the rug
a few crumbs get stuck in my toes
and I stab my left ankle with my right toenail
but I go to sleep knowing that love is a drug
