“I wanna put you in my car and driveAnd turn you up loud, roll down all the windows and shout it outI love this girl ohIf I could press play, repeat how happy I’d beWherever I’d go I’d have you there with meYou’d be right where you belongI wanna put you in a song, oh oh oh.”

“Love, I want you everywhere I go. I’d put you in my pocket, if I could.”

“I could always make you.”The way he says it sounds dark and dirty and infinitely pleasurable. All I can think of is what I’d like for him to make me do.There’s an unsavory term for that—a guy forcing a girl to do sexual things. But what is it they say? You can’t rape the willing. And I’d be willing. Oh, how I’d be willing.”

“You can’t put a price tag on love. But if you could, I’d wait for it to go on sale.”

“Oh, baby. You have no idea what I’d do to get through those layers and down to the good stuff.”

“Disquiet and desire. What you want and what you're scared to try for. Where you've been and where you want to go. Something in a rock-and-roll song about wanting the girl, the car, the place to stand and be. Oh please God can you dig it.”