Cocktailhag, the blog

For some reason I haven’t quite divined, all weekend this Old 97′s song has been running through my head, and played endlessly to the obvious irritation of my neighbors.

Singular Girl…  Old 97′s, 2001.

Well, you can tell it to the radio, tell it to the television.

They are not listenin’, they are only machines.

I could sit around all day worryin’ and wishin’,

I was one of them, so you could tell it to me.

Chorus:

Talking to you, girl, is like long division, yeah.

I’ve been trying to find you, may I remind you

I’m under oath now,

I’ve been trying to see you, ’cause I could see you

wanted the truth now.

I’ve been trying to tell you, that I can tell you are, a singular girl.

You’ve got the teeth of the Hydra upon you. A singular girl.

You can blame it on the moonlight,  blame it on plate tectonics,

Thought I wasn’t listening, but I was.

You can talk about attraction, talk about electronics.

You are the reason, you are, because.

(Repeat chorus)