I could tell you I think you’re amazing but that wouldn’t do much good, so I sit and wait for you to say it.
No one thinks you’re going to say it.
I don’t think you’re going to say it.
It’s been awhile now and you haven’t
Might as well move on.
Turn into a pumpkin.
Listen to Stravinsky’s hits of 1967.
I can’t get the radio to work though.Too much static.