I do it all for you
And my heart melts
When you're doing that
I could wait for you
Though what good would that do
But to leave me bruised
Embarrassment leads me on to the stag night. Of course there’s hours of material here, but I’ve cut it down to the really good bits…
Heroes don't exist, and if they did, I wouldn't be one of them.
So if I didn’t understand I was being asked to be best man, it is because I never expected to be anybody’s best friend. Certainly not the best friend of the bravest and kindest and wisest human being I have ever had the good fortune of knowing.
I imagine John Watson thinks love’s a mystery to me, but the chemistry is incredibly simple and very destructive.