Simon: "Turn around..."?

Bonnie: Bright eyes.

Simon: Not what I've got here.

Bonnie: Oh. Every now and then I get a little bit lonely when I dream of something wild.

Simon: No.

Bonnie: Every now and then I fall apart.

Simon: No.

Bonnie: Every now and then I get a little bit terrified and then I see the look in your eyes.

Simon: ...Correct. Okay, next one..."Turn around..."?

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  • May 20th, 2009