Scott: "Hey, I wrote a song about your Vagina."
Me: "Please do not sing it to me..."
Scott:"Oh I couldn't. I just made it up on the way home from work...I can't remember all the words." (he shrugs like the words of the song he wrote about MY Vagina are irrelevant) "... I just remember the beat. It's kinda like smooth and wavy then a couple (claps hands together abruptly) then smooth and wavy then more (claps hands together abruptly). Cool eh?"
I think the fact that the only part of my Vagina song that remains in his memory is his rhythm (which he is quite proud of), not anything about my actual Vagina is a little disconcerting.
So I start to imagine the words my Vagina song and place them to familiar tunes, but all I can come up with is:
"Vagina Phone, Boop-boo-ba-doo-ba-doop"
I realise that writing a Vagina song is hard!
Which is what leads me to say these strange words:
"Could you try to remember my Vagina song and sing it to me?"
