If you leave.
Take my breath away.
Living on a prayer.
Take on me.
The last four songs my Zen randomly picked before I got to my building this morning.Â At this rate, I started to feel awkward not having my leg warmers on and sort of expected to see the VERY young Tom Cruise in his tighty whitey, socks and shirt sliding past the door when my elevator opens.
And yes. I really do have those songs in my MP3 collection.