Olivia Newton-John: Suddenly

She walks in and I'm suddenly a hero

I'm taken in my hopes begin to rise

Look at me can't you tell I'd be so

Thrilled to see the message in your eyes

You make it seem I'm so close to my dream

And then suddenly it's all there

Olivia Newton-John: Magic

Come take my hand

You should know me

I've always been in your mind

You know that I'll be kind

I'll be guiding you

Building your dream

Has to start now

There's no other road to take

You won't make a mistake

I'll be guiding you

Olivia Newton-John: You Are The One That I Want

I got chills

They're multiplying

And I'm losing control

'Cause the power you're supplying

It's electrifying!

You better shape up

'Cause I need a man

And my heart is set on you

You better shape up

You better understand

To my heart I must be true

Nothing left

Nothing left for me to do

Olivia Newton-John: Sam

I heard that you're on your own now

So am I

I'm living alone now

I was wrong

So were you

What will you do?

Are you glad to be free?

Are you feeling lost just like me?

Longing for company

Olivia Newton-John: I Honestly Love You

Maybe I hang around here
A little more than I should
We both know I got somewhere else to go
But I got something to tell you
That I never thought I would
But I believe you really ought to know

I love you
I honestly love you

Short Story: Father's Little Boy

I’m spending lot of time with father and mother worries about it. I don’t see what is wrong though. I enjoy assisting him during his mending binges. Mother calls him ‘Mr. Fixo’. He has an elaborate set of tools. Sometimes he takes them out for overhauling. He oils, wipes and rubs them with flannel to get the rust off and explains to me their function and working. It isn’t a woman’s job he says because it requires a lot of precision and focus. We do not talk while mending because he says that unlike women, men never talk while working. The texture of the hurt it causes me when he says that never leaves me. I wish mother would make a little less noise with her tongue and not make father say such things. Mother’s voice calling me sounds very distant as I am just getting out of a dream and it takes me a few minutes to regain my orientation. She is relentless with her tongue while disposing off the domestic remains of the previous day.