I love her like a sister and I reckon she feels the same way about me.
I kept thinking, cakewalk, cakewalk, cakewalk. I thought, why is ‘cakewalk’ stuck in my head?’ And then, as I started to walk up the stairs and the fabric from my dress tucked under my feet, I realized my stylist had told me, ‘Kick, walk, kick, walk’. You are supposed to kick the dress out while you walk and I totally forgot because I was thinking about cake!
You see us as a brain, an athlete, a basket case, a princess and a criminal. Correct? That’s the way we saw each other at 7:00 this morning. We were brainwashed. (The Breakfast Club / 1985)