Musical Meme Poem

Nicked from MoT via Goat and Aunty Iris:

Put your MP3 player on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first twenty songs. Post the poem that results. The first line of the twenty-first is the title.

You took your coat off and stood in the rain

Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river,
Oh-oh we’re in trouble,
All the weight that kept me down seems heavier than before,
I find the map and draw a straight line,
I measure the distance from heaven to hell,
8 o’clock, Monday night and I’m waiting…
Driven round in circle’s for three hours,
Every time I think of you I feel shot right through with a bolt of blue,
My gift is my song,
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin,
You’re made of my rib, oh baby
A friend in need’s a friend indeed,
You, you’re such a big star to me,
I smile, you say I take your breath away,
Standing out on the edge of a building,
Round like a circle in a spiral,
Blind date with the chancer
When the train rolls by,
Come up to meet you, tell you I’m sorry,
In a garden in a house of love.