The Universe's Mixer

(Warning: Some violence and vulgar language.)

Baba was bouncing around; it suited her to do so in this body. This body needed to bounce, and dance, and flirt, and have so much fun. This body needed entertainment beyond what an old woman might want. She had found the music box quite interesting, and she liked the music's beat. It was probably not popular, or perhaps it was - the sounds belonged to the woman she'd met not so long ago.

Let my love open the door.
Let my love open the door.
Let my love open the door...
To your heart.

The sorceress twirled around the woman's apartment, the short skirt she wore fluttering and lifting as it should. The woman she'd found swaying to the music. Baba's smile grew as the song changed. Another love song!

You think that people would have had enough of silly love songs.
I look around and I see it isn't so.
Some people wanna fill the world with silly love songs.
What's wrong with that?

The City's woman just swayed back and forth; ( Wings blared over the speakers. )