Conversations in my car as this song comes on the radio: Me ~ Hey baby, I bet you think of me every time this song plays. Dontcha? Huh? Huh? D~ *looks at me and starts laughing*. Me~ What? You mean you wouldn't turn me up when you feel low? D~ What was in your coffee this morning? Me~ I'm just saying, my heart's a stereo for you. D~ *reaches over and turns off the radio. Me~ Party pooper.
