Last night, coming home from work, I found myself with an ear worm. I kept singing to myself, "Goin' to the capsule, and I'm... gonna get maa-aa-aarried."
And then, after a surprisingly long time, I was, like, "capsule?"
I have a shameful confession. I've never seen Little Shop of Horrors. But for me, that song has always been "Suddenly Ima", the love song between two secret agents, which is how FASS sung it:
Finish our jobs. Take off our disguises. Here, take my Kleenex; Wipe that lipstick away. Show me your face, Free of deception. Plan for tomorrow; Forget yesterday!
Suddenly Ima, Is not undercover. We don't need a story, Don't have to be nice! Suddenly Ima, We're free to discover, As secret agents, (You) only live twice.
Nobody does it, Better than you do. Some move too quickly, Others too slow. I know affection, Still means something to you, Unlike Ernst Blofeld, And Doctor No!
Suddenly spying, Does not seem like heaven. We won't act like angels; We're free to raise hell. We can start playing, Like double oh seven, (Where) I'm Octopussy, (And) you're Thunderball!
Tell me tonight will, Be for your eyes only. Tell me your secret, I'll trade you one.
Say you'll remember, And never be lonely. You'll be my man with, The golden gun!
Suddenly Ima, (Suddenly Ima,) Is not undercover. (Is not undercover.) I don't need a weapon, (You don't need a weapon,) To prove myself right! (Yes, you're right!)
Remember diamonds, May be forever.
We are not diamonds, (We are not diamonds,) We are not diamonds, (Won't be forever.)
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