When You Wish Upon A Starr
he always used to push | the hair out of my face | and then, i think, he made a joke | he asked if he could kiss me || (you were so distant that i missed you) | if someone looked it is not me || then i got mad; i left that day | emotionally stunned | i knew he was in love with me | and then he just kissed me || (you were so distant that i missed you) | if someone looked it is not me || i just thought it was funny | i looked at him | and the president looked at me | and then he just kissed me ||
i read in an interview that Suzanne Vega takes all kinds of mundane texts and turns them into lyrics: doctor's prescriptions or writing on cereal boxes. i thought that this was an interesting approach. so i took the Starr-report and was amazed by the tenderness and the literacy of the language: it was so sad and beautiful the way Monica Lewinsky had fallen for Bill Clinton! all the lyrics of this song are direct quotations from the report.