Don't own em. Never will. And that makes me sad. Lyrics aren't mine either.
"Nothing you can say, can tear me away, from my guy. Nothing you could do, 'cause I'm stuck like glue, to my guy. I'm sticking to my guy, like a stamp to a letter, like birds of a feather, we stick together…"
Getting ready to go to ground one morning, Pam danced around the bedroom and sang the Mary Wells song into her hair brush. Dressed in pink pajamas with her hair in pigtails, she was every bit the image of a 60s teenager, which was a stark contrast to the leather S&M outfits she frequented at Fangtasia. Her only audience was her Persian cat, Dolce. Eric was out on sheriff business and had not returned home yet. If anybody witnessed this little performance of hers, she'd have no qualms about draining or staking them (human or vampire, respectively.)
"I can tell you from the start, I can't be torn apart from my guy, Nothing you could do, could make me be untrue, To my guy. (My Guy)
The lyrics to the sweet Motown song resonated with her. There was nothing or nobody that could ever tear her away from Eric. She would gladly die the true death a million times before she'd ever hurt or betray him. Eric was her everything. She'd followed faithfully at his feet like a love struck puppy for over a century, and she would always do the same as long as she lived her undead life.
"Nothing you could buy, could make me tell a lie, To my guy. (My Guy)"
She stopped to glance in her closet. She could easily glamour any man or woman she wanted into buying her anything she desired, but much to Eric's chagrin, he kept her in all the worldly goods she could want. Things just meant more when they were bought with Eric's money. He would give her anything to make her happy (and complain about the cost just to tease her), but she'd love him no matter if he never bought her nothing.
"As a matter of opinion, I think he's tops, My opinion is, he's the cream of the crop. As a matter of taste, to be exact, he's my ideal, As a matter of fact, no muscle bound man, could take my hand, from my guy."
Looking at a picture of her handsome maker on the night stand, she sighed. To her, he would always be the greatest vampire to ever walk this Earth. He was so handsome, charismatic, and electric. It always made her proud to be HIS. There were other good looking men in Shreveport; that big jacked up were, Alcide Herveaux, sure wasn't bad to look at, but no man would ever be more attractive to her than her Eric.
She smiled and began to sing and dance again, just as Eric arrived home and headed up the stairs. Hearing her voice, Eric grinned at Pam's loud and slightly off key singing. Getting to the bedroom door, he leaned in the door way and smiled as he watched her performance. His tough as nails progeny sure had a sweet side that only he got to see, and that tickled Eric.
Taking a large stride into the room with his impossibly long legs, Eric belted out "I guess you'd say, What can make me feel this way? My girlllllll." He grabbed Pam and pulled her to him in an embrace.
She smacked at his arms. "Jeeze, Eric! You ever heard of knockin'?"
Eric grinned. "I live here, Pamela. You practicing your audition for X-Factor?"
Pam rolled her eyes. "Yes, Eric. That's EXACTLY what I was doing. Simon is just going to LOVE me."
Eric snickered. "He better not love you too much, because that's my job."
Pam smiled. "Yeah, and you do it so well."