I went to the opening of a play because I knew the lady playing the lead. At the wrap party, amid the hubub of hype, the Lady was delivered a rose from a secret admirer. Our eyes met, and I could tell she thought that rose was from me. NOOOOOOOOO! O GOD It wasn't me. I just left the party before the real admirer kicked my ass for using his offering as my own. But I thought, "What a great lyric situation." We all know that a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, but what of a rose with no name? It's a beginning, middle and end of a love affair and the singer is definitely worse the wear for going through it. I have always loved the lyric "My mirror haunts me 'bout you"

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