— No, you're really sweet. I've got the perfect girl for you.
— Janice, I apologize to you if I don't seem real eager to jump into a forced, awkward intimate situation that people like to call dating. I don't like the feeling. You're sitting there, you're wondering, "Do I have food on my face? Am I eating? Am I talking too much? Are they talking enough? Am I interested? I'm not really interested. Should I play interested? I'm not that interested, but I think she might be interested. Do I want to be interested? But now she's not interested."So now, all of sudden I'm... I'm starting to get interested. And when am I supposed to kiss her? Do I have to wait for the door? 'Cause then it's awkward, it's like "Well, good night." Do you do like, the ass-out hug? Where you like — you hug each other like this, and the ass sticks out because you're trying not to get too close. Do you just go right in and just kiss 'em on the lips or don't kiss 'em at all? It's very difficult trying to read the situation and all the while you're just really wondering, "Are we gonna get hopped enough to make some bad decisions?" And perhaps play a little game called "Just the Tip." Just for a second, just to see how it feels, or "Ouch, Ouch, You're on My Hair."
Now we know there is no second chance
In this lost game of romance.
Holiday flings are meant to end at the airport, not at the altar.
Well, it's a marvelous night for a Moondance
With the stars up above in your eyes
A fantabulous night to make romance
'Neath the cover of October skies
And all the leaves on the trees are falling
To the sound of the breezes that blow
And I'm trying to please to the calling
Of your heart-strings that play soft and low
And all the night's magic seems to whisper and hush
And all the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush.