Every Little Thing Dee Does Is Magic

A joint commentary on Magic featuring The Police. Blerkins' contributions in italics.

Though I've tried before to tell her Of the feelings I have for her in my heart Every time that I come near her I just lose my nerve As I've done from the start

I didn’t lose my nerve. This year marks our 21st Anniversary, 28th of friendship. I knew the very day she crashed our Sunday School class. Purple and white flowered Southern-belle sundress with faux buttons. Flowing red locks, babydoll face. Leapt from the cover of a romance novel (not that I had read any of those yet). I was 13. No one since has ever suggested that I lack for intensity of conviction.

Every little thing she does is magic Everything she do just turns me on Even though my life before was tragic Now I know my love for her goes on

My life before was not so much tragic, as unfulfilled; lacking a clear purpose or direction, and deprived of any deep emotional connection. Emotional connection has always been difficult. In her, I found a well and jumped in.

Do I have to tell the story Of a thousand rainy days since we first met It's a big enough umbrella But it's always me that ends up getting wet

She is as kind to our umbrellas as to our plants; which is why we have few of either. Even my cactus. She over-watered it. I mean, really, how hard is it to NOT water a plant?

Every little thing she does is magic Everything she do just turns me on Even though my life before was tragic Now I know my love for her goes on

She really is magic. Having cast the spell at 13, she has, by her bewitching art, since held my heart captive in a very high tower; all the while my only though has been, “Wow! What a view!”

I resolve to call her up a thousand times a day And ask her if she'll marry me in some old fashioned way But my silent fears have gripped me Long before I reach the phone Long before my tongue has tripped me Must I always be alone?

I only called once a day, but talked a thousand minutes. This in the days when you paid for long-distance at a rate of 12¢/minute. It is only by some magic that I escaped the wrath of my family when they saw the long distance bills, ehem, and that brief period where I hid the phone bills so long they temporarily disconnected the service. And when that happened, I discovered just how many quarters could be scrounged if you really put your mind to it.

Every little thing she does is magic Everything she do just turns me on Even though my life before was tragic Now I know my love for her goes on

My love for her goes on. Some men, I’m told, have some sort of midlife crisis when they (quite unwisely) compare their wives to their younger, hotter (and also childless) secretaries. Not me. I married a hottie. So much so, in fact, that my mother was rather impressed that I managed it. It was probably the hair.

[Every little thing she does is magic Everything she do just turns me on Even though my life before was tragic Now I know my love for her goes on

What is it about pop songs that they have to be soooo repetitious? What is it about pop songs that they have to be soooo repetitious? It's like being trapped in one of those hipster churches where they keep repeating the coda line of a shallow praise chorus until you either drop into a trancelike state and begin swaying involuntarily, or simply throw up your hands in cultural despair and convert back to Catholicism.

Every little thing Every little thing Every little thing Every little thing Every little Every little Every little Every little thing she does Every little thing she does Every little thing she does Every little thing she does Thing she does is magic

What is it about pop songs that they have to be soooo repetitious? Oh, wait...

Every little thing Every little thing Every little thing she does is magic magic magic Magic magic magic

You are getting sleeeeeeeeepy.

Every little thing she does is magic Everything she do just turns me on Even though my life before was tragic Now I know my love for her goes on

My "Toto Radio" Pandora station has moved onto Boston's “It’s More Than a Feeling.” But this is me, walking awaaaaaaa-ay, just Like that Marianne.

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