ROSE: Well as I was saying: I was at this party with this boy who I'd previously dated, and I was still infatuated with him at this time. He's lovely, charming, a little devilish if you will. We were sitting by this empty pool fire, I was drinking butterscotch schnapps while he was drinking beer. Except for a few kisses and long stares throughout the night, nothing happened except for him spilling beer on my leopard print coat... So I'm sleeping at my friends house and it's like four suburbs away on the train line. I wake up and I'm complaining to my friend called Jess and I'm like, "God, I just wish I could see him you know? There's unfinished business, it's unsettling me and I'm going to go crazy if I don't see him soon." Sure enough he texted me being all like "sorry for being a dick" la la la.. I end up catching the train to his place, I hadn't been there in a month or so before that so I had all this anxious, excited energy. Soon enough I'm laying on his bed with him and he kisses me, and I think to myself: this is nothing like how it is in the old fashioned movies, but it's so precious, I have to write a song about it. So I did. I had to make sure there was that crescendo of strings to match the old fashioned love vibe, because nothing says 21st century love more than "My leopard print coat smells like fire, it's a tad burnt, I haven't slept much at all and I really wanna kiss you". Right?