14 2002 |
You bought yourself a second chance
Go baby go go
We're right behind you
Go baby go go
Yeah, we're looking at you
Go ba--"
"DAD!"
I turn down the car stereo. "Yes, Destiny?"
"Stop singing -- it's hurting my ears! I want her to sing alone. Turn it back up."
Alas, my vocals are not complimentary to Shirley Manson's lovely voice. The radio is turned back up, and I resort to mouthing the lyrics.