Indiana Joanna (khakipants) wrote,
Indiana Joanna
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Whistling. In the dark.

A woman came up to me and said
"I'd like to poison your mind
With wrong ideas that appeal to you
Though I am not unkind."
She looked at me, I looked at something
Written across her scalp.
And these are the words it faintly said
As I tried to call for help:
There's only one thing that I know how to do well.
And I've often been told that you only can do
What you know how to do well.
And that's be you.
Be what you're like.
Be like yourself.
And so I'm having a wonderful time
But I'd rather be whistling in the dark.
Whistling in the dark.
Whistling in the dark.
There's only one thing that I like
And that is whistling in the dark . . .


That's the song that's stuck in my head right now, and has been for most of the evening. I think that I've got the words right, but I can't be sure, as I can't listen to it at the moment. Forgive me if I'd made any mistakes.

Because I know that this is exactly the sort of thing about which you folks are likely to hold a grudge? Or . . . um . . . not.

That's all. Good night.
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