I think I am suffering from post-Bozzie Depression Syndrome.
I don't feel the love anymore.
Show me the love people, show me the love, show me that you mean it.
Don't play the love nazi with me.
"No love for you, no love today."
I don't mean carnal love, but carnival love would be alright.
A kewpie doll and a snog on the ferris wheel, and if I greased up my hair and rolled a pack of Luckie's in my shirt sleeve I'd make a damn fine carny, I've already got the tats.
Yep, post-Bozzie Depression Syndrome.
A classic textbook case.