Wedding Present - Interstate 5

I should just get out of here and start driving south on Interstate 5
But I need to stay near, in case you suddenly remember that I'm alive

But I have this nagging fear that sex was all you needed
I've tried to persevere; I guess I've not succeeded

And is it sexist to say that I thought just boys were meant to behave in this way?
And though you seemed quite sincere, will you even recognise my face this time next year?

Well I'll remember how your eyes sparkled in the moonlight
You can surely sympathise; I just wanted more than one night

And yes there was one particular glance that made me afraid
That you were just seeing me as a chance of getting laid

Vralila se lutalica

Fridrih, odnosno Fritz ili Fritzki se vratio iz jednoipo mesecnog lutanja po gradu u subotu nocu, primetila sam ga oko 1 ujutro. Mislila sam da ga vise necu videti, da je poginuo pod necijim tockovima ili je uginuo od posledica borbe oko hrane/zenke/smestaja ili ga je neko nasao i udomio (mada sam znala da je to nemoguce, suvise optimisticna misao, jer je divljakusa). Vratio se! Jedva sam ga prepoznala, da nema specificnu oznaku na vrhu repa, ne znam da li bih to uspela. Bio je sav prljav, blatnjav i smrsao je, pitam se sta je sve to malo bice prozivelo dok je lutalo. Ali ipak, uspeo je da nadje put do kuce i usreci svoju gazdaricu.