[Venkman lets go of one of Egon's hands, wrapping his newly-freed arm around his waist to pull him a little closer. He doesn't care if Egon babbles about science shit- after all, it fits the song.
It's soft. It's good. And then Venkman gets to the next lyrics.]
It's poetry in motion
And now he's making love to me-
[-And of course he can't sing that without giving Egon a look, winking exaggeratedly.]
no subject
It's soft. It's good. And then Venkman gets to the next lyrics.]
It's poetry in motion
And now he's making love to me-
[-And of course he can't sing that without giving Egon a look, winking exaggeratedly.]