I Touch Myself

My boyfriend and I decided that although this last stretch of long-distance lovin' is not nearly as hard on us emotionally as the others, when a part of us was still wondering which way it was going to go, it has never been harder to be apart physically. Our systems seem to be screaming: "Alright then, if you're so sure, why aren't you delivering the goods?" Or as his disatisfied self so adorably put it yesterday: "Bring back that leggy redhead. She'll fix this problem!"

Alas, this leggy redhead remains over a thousand miles away from her man for a few more weeks, during which time, however unfortunate it may feel, this song strikes a chord:

I love myself

I want you to love me

When I'm feelin' down

I want you above me

I search myself

I want you to find me

I forget myself

I want you to remind me

I don't want anybody else

When I think about you

I touch myself

I don't want anybody else

Oh no, oh no, oh no