outta my, outta my head

the absurdity of what at first sounds like your average lover-to-lover, high-fructose love ditty but, upon closer attention to the lyrics, is a ridiculous fantasy about a stranger, is not only stuck in my bed but has me inappropriately swooning and cooing and wishing for a complete stranger to cross my path and to spur my unhealthy obsession and/or stalking.  yeah, i could really go for some sick fixation that causes me to stalk someone.  

i know, i know -- that so not right.  but it would surely brighten up the rest of the winter.

that real-life-lovers-sitting-on-a-couch thing works every time.