The lyrics of Some Kind of Wonderful by The Drifters, one of my favourite songs, interspersed with my own thoughts....
All you have to do is touch my hand
To show me you understand
And something happens to me
That's some kind of wonderful
Any time my little world is blue
I just have to look at you
And every thing seems to be some kind of wonderful
The wind in my face and you by my side. In the backseat of a beat-up old kaali-peeli. We're off to a roller coaster ride of an evening. We just don't know it yet. There are dim lights and heady cocktails. There's tender meat on our plates and softness in your eyes. There's a sparkle in the ice cubes in our glasses and the glimmer of your love on my lips. You touch my hand ever so lightly before telling me the dreams you have for me. My feet touch yours under the table and you move. Only to get up and sit next to me. The server smiles, I blush, you raise one eyebrow and grin.
That's some kind of wonderful.
I know I can't express this feeling of tenderness
There's so much I wanna say
But the right words just don't come my way
I just know when I'm in your embrace
This world is a happy place
And something happens to me
That's some kind of wonderful
The evening done, we pile ourselves back into another kaali-peeli reeking with the dreams and disappointments of maximum city. Your hand reaches up and grabs the handle. My little heart grabs the feeling in the air. You look at the lights passing us by, I look at their reflection in your eyes. You lean close and tell me, once again, of your dreams for me. The driver looks into mirror, I blush, you wink and grin.
That's some kind of wonderful.
All you have to do is touch my hand
To show me you understand
And something happens to me
That's some kind of wonderful
Any time my little world is blue
I just have to look at you
And every thing seems to be some kind of wonderful
The wind in my face and you by my side. In the backseat of a beat-up old kaali-peeli. We're off to a roller coaster ride of an evening. We just don't know it yet. There are dim lights and heady cocktails. There's tender meat on our plates and softness in your eyes. There's a sparkle in the ice cubes in our glasses and the glimmer of your love on my lips. You touch my hand ever so lightly before telling me the dreams you have for me. My feet touch yours under the table and you move. Only to get up and sit next to me. The server smiles, I blush, you raise one eyebrow and grin.
That's some kind of wonderful.
I know I can't express this feeling of tenderness
There's so much I wanna say
But the right words just don't come my way
I just know when I'm in your embrace
This world is a happy place
And something happens to me
That's some kind of wonderful
The evening done, we pile ourselves back into another kaali-peeli reeking with the dreams and disappointments of maximum city. Your hand reaches up and grabs the handle. My little heart grabs the feeling in the air. You look at the lights passing us by, I look at their reflection in your eyes. You lean close and tell me, once again, of your dreams for me. The driver looks into mirror, I blush, you wink and grin.
That's some kind of wonderful.
I know I can't express this feeling of tenderness
There's so much I wanna say
But the right words just don't come my way
I just know when I'm in your embrace
This world is a happy place
And something happens to me
That's some kind of wonderful
We stumble into the grand old station that houses a clock that has never failed in the precision of keeping time. We could take a cue from her, couldn't we? But then it would mean fewer impatient texts and calls while waiting. And waiting for each other is what we do best, don't we? We get into a train and sit near the window. Your phone rings and you answer it with your gaze focused on me. Then you hang up and hold my right hand with your right hand, and then place your left hand over my right hand. My hand is sandwiched between your hands, my heart between what you say and what you mean. The man on the seat next to us moves, I blush, you smile at me and say goodbye. You get off the train and I move on, chugging along to the thoughts of the dreams you have for me.
That's some kind of wonderful.
There's so much I wanna say
But the right words just don't come my way
I just know when I'm in your embrace
This world is a happy place
And something happens to me
That's some kind of wonderful
We stumble into the grand old station that houses a clock that has never failed in the precision of keeping time. We could take a cue from her, couldn't we? But then it would mean fewer impatient texts and calls while waiting. And waiting for each other is what we do best, don't we? We get into a train and sit near the window. Your phone rings and you answer it with your gaze focused on me. Then you hang up and hold my right hand with your right hand, and then place your left hand over my right hand. My hand is sandwiched between your hands, my heart between what you say and what you mean. The man on the seat next to us moves, I blush, you smile at me and say goodbye. You get off the train and I move on, chugging along to the thoughts of the dreams you have for me.
That's some kind of wonderful.
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