To say that I enjoy listening to rock 'n' roll is an understatement, whether I'm BUI* or not (as Turnbaby inadvertently discovered. Look at that evil grin of hers. And her alluring cleavage. She's evil, I tell ya. Diabolical. But I adore her nevertheless.).
Sometimes, though, when the beer hits the spot or when the moon is full or just because, sappy love songs get to me. When that happens, I feel all warm and tingly inside and I find myself singing along, or making up my own lyrics - but only in my mind - because vocalizing them seems tantamount to sacrilege (especially given how my singing voice sucks big time). Though I do throw caution to the wind sometimes and sing along with abandon anyway. Mostly when I'm alone or very, very drunk. No catastrophic effects - so far.
And when it's a rock song that's a sappy love song at the same time, like the one I heard just a few minutes ago (I'm not saying which one, I do have some sense of shame after all), I can't help gurning like Daddy Papersurfer. It's rockin' fun to be sappy and silly once in a while.
*Blogging under the influence (but then you already knew that, Turnbaby!)