It's good to be kept up with. It's good, in fact, for these two songs, to be actually challenged.

And it's good, she can admit, to feel loved. To feel admired. To feel, more than anything, that she's got someone's attention. That she matters deeply in someone's heart, if only until he's done tossing her in the air and dipping her to the ground.

She needs to tug his collar to get him down from his great height, but hopefully he'll indulge in letting her smack a red lip-stick-y kiss to his cheek. "You're going to spoil me, Lasse. You really are. Thank you."