Last night, Tom started singing:
I got the horse right here
The name is Paul Revere
It took me a while to place it. Yes, it turns out, Tom was singing a song from a musical. He was singing a song from Guys and Dolls. This is so shocking, it’s not surprizing I couldn’t place the song at first. If Tom had to choose between death and watching a musical every day, it would be no contest, he would gladly put a gun to his own head than have to sit through musicals on a regular basis. So, yeah, shocking, Guys and Dolls, who’d a thunk.
As if this musical singing escapade isn’t enough for me to reconcile with, I’ve just been informed that today Tom went and saw the Irving Berlin musical “White Christmas” with some clients. What is happening to my sweet, angry, musical hating boyfriend? Should I seek help? Or maybe buy some tickets? Rent some of those movies I’ve been dieing to see that he hasn’t allowed me to leave the movie rental place with?
I got the horse right here, his name is Paul Revere and
here’s a guy who says if the weather’s clear, can do, can do.
This guy says the horse can do.
If he says the horse can do, can do