He’s probably old as fuck, but I’mma marry him.  You wait and see. I’ll patiently wait.

One of these days he’ll notice me in the crowd of commuters and he’ll notice how I give him at least a dollar every day.

On the (very likely) day he looks in his guitar case at the end of the day and finds someone tipped him a ring, he’ll keep me in mind and make that shit happen.

But really: how does he not have a recording contract yet? I have an eargasm whenever he’s playing music at the station.