Plenty of Time to Go Back In Time

The lady in the movie calls the voicemail of her lover just to hear his voice.
She calls it over and over.

I hear the clock tick in the kitchen past the orange roses.

And the pink cigarettes.

I refuse to listen to Ella Fitzgerald right now. It's too sad for this. Instead I choose a song
from a movie about teenage love because I can't get the chorus out of my head.

I prefer a 'Doo be do' to a 'dew-du-du'
And a 'lew lew lew' to a 'la la la'

Like I said, it's a matter of personal preference.
I will go to bed thinking of the melody of that song.