flying kicks gloria gaynor, with love

First I was afraid, I was petrified!

And truth be told, I am still petrified. Why? Because I gave you that damned key and I haven't had a chance to change the lock yet. More like, I am reluctant to change that bloody lock.

So I am waiting behind the door, waiting for the lock to turn while I lie in a catatonic state, like a rotting piece of veggie.

I've got all my love to give but I don't know if I'll ever survive actually.

(I should just lay down and die.)