First up is a bongo-sparkling quite groovy latin jazz song beautifully performed by Peggy Lee. It's the Cole Porter tune I Am In Love...and the first strofe is not a mind reading of GWB, even if one could think so (excluding that part of love, of course):
I am dejected. I am depressed.
Yet resurrected and sailing the crest.
Why this elation, mixed with deflation?
What explanation? I am in love.
Such conflicting questions rise
around in my brain: Should I order cynanide
or order champagne?
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