Sing it, Suit.

This blog is all your fault, you well-dressed, middle-aged man doing the ipod strut across Astor Place.  You tried to walk straight, you tried to hold it in, but then it got to the chorus, and you couldn't.  You just had to belt, "Baby Come Back!"  It was only 9:15 and my day was made.  There was something, in everything about you.