well sometimes I go out by myself...

I’m all about you. You’re all about me. We’re all about each other. I had a dream that you met someone new. Still not quite sure how that makes me feel. He’s definitely Swedish, Dries van Noten brogues and spends his time ‘creating.’ Blah… Pump up the jam… It’s the house in Klampenborg, the Arne Jacobsen Ant that kills, we’ll sail down to Louisiana, it won’t be no John Burton Race money making scheme – me buying chairs, you acting obscene – you’ll walk past, I’ll grab your pinkie, we’ll reach the end of StrØget, I’ll turn to you and melt.