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It started with the wine
The wine
The wine!
We were shopping for a bottle to bring to her cousin's soirรฉe
My cousin's a sous' chef, she's very gourmet
I grabbed my favorite Cabernet
He's got no clue and so I say
Darling, the wine
The wine?
The wine!
They're serving monk fish, so darling the wine can't be red
How 'bout this Austrian Riesling instead?
Honey, you know I don't like the Riesling
When have you ever seen me drink Riesling?
Never, but can't you listen this once?
Red wine and fish, you'll look like a dunce
Fine!
I'll bring the red, you bring the white
That way I'll still get drunk, you'll still be right
Fine
Fine
Fine
And then there was the cab
The cab!
The cab
We're stuck in traffic in the middle of Broadway
Ten minutes we wait
We're twelve blocks away, and we're already late
I point out there'd be no delay
If we would just turn that a-way
Honey, the cab!
The cab
The cab
Was pointed squarely down Broadway
I know you're concerned, but your cousin's on Broadway
So why have we turned?
Darling, I know my cousin's on Broadway
But there was lots of traffic on Broadway!
Surely, but now in my own defense
We're farther away, which doesn't make sense
Fine, driver, please stop here if you would
I think walking will do us both some good
Fine
Fine
Fine
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We don't say anything as we're walking down Broadway
It's like I'm walking next to a stranger
I've had that feeling more and more, like I don't even know him
But right now it's cold, and we're still in a hurry
I'm not gonna stop and I'm not gonna worry
We'll be fine
Fine
Fine
And then it starts to rain
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My hair starts to drip
My shoes are a mess
My bag's getting wet
And so is my dress
I love the rain
How everything shimmers!
The wind's picking up, we've got no umbrella
It dots her hair like morning dew
Suddenly I start to think of the day that I first met her
A bucket of snow had landed in her hair
I picture her shake the snowflakes off her shoulders
And somehow I want to get us back to there
I want her to know that I can't bear to spend
A single day without her
But how can she know?
How can she know?
Shit, ow! My shoe, my shoe, my shoe, dammit!
This is really fantastic, no really absurd
And what, you just stand there, and don't say a word?
Fine, I'm gonna go, we're late for my cousin
God help the soul who's late for my cousin!
You can stay put here out in the rain
But don't leave it up to me to explain
Give me the wine, don't take all day
Fine then! Bring it yourself, your cabernet, Jesus!
Shut up Claire and marry me!
Fine!
What?
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