Tugging behind her friend, in pain, she starts off with her song of heartbreak. A colorful song of heartbreak. Behind that loud moustache, unkempt hair, rugged manly coat, corduroy cap, is pain. Her glassy eyes and unsmiling lips bring out the tunes only a broken heart can strum and hum.
All her oblivious histrionics make her all the more beautiful. And the song? I play it again. And again. And again. She will be fine. So will I be. So will you be. Oooooh oooooh oooh!
Listen to one of the very few happy heartbreak songs – http://youtu.be/nhSanTYPm2g