We made love on this song. We made love on the floor, in front of the mirror.
We made love and I was wearing my yellow stockings, my green velvet dress.
You said : I never made love on this song.
I know, I said. Me neither.
He used to be young, just like us.
And so drunk.
He used to open the car windows and just listen to this song again and again.
He still does.
I took off my clothes.
I drank vodka with Sprite on this song.
It was summer, I stole the bottle from his room.
I poured it into a glass, went on the balcony and drank it all.
I never cried on this song.
I almost died on this song.
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