[after after Lionel Ritchie & The Commodores' "Three Times a Lady"]
_Quinn, feeling maudlin, sneaks into a karaoke bar after hours...
Thanks for the times that you've given me
Our memories are all in my mind
and now that we've come to the end of your testing
there's something I must say aloud:
you're once, twice, three times my baby,
and I love you;
yes, you're once, twice, three times my baby,
and I love you.
I love you.
When we were together
those moments I cherish'd
with every tick of your clock
to touch you, to feel you,
to hold you, to feed you,
you'll never remember a thing.
You're once, twice, three times my baby,
and I love you.
I love you...
- _Quinn
PS: see
Second _Quinn and
Red & Black for context.
Also, it may be worthwhile to look at the the first, fifth, and fourth meanings of
baby.
And props to Garran for the assist on this one. :-)
