(And, oh my pedantic Buffistas who I love, "never" in the preceding sentence was hyperbole, so you do not need to cite other examples to prove me wrong. Give me my hyperbole KTHXBAI.)
the only on I can think of is a cheesy R&B song by George someone or other.
I am endlessly chuffed, though, that one of the main characters in the Skulduggery Pleasant books is named Stephanie.
I don't think there are any Erin's (outside of Irish folk music, maybe) and I am FINE with that.
AFAIK I have no songs, and no moons. NO LOVE.
My grandmother used to sing me a lullabye with your name in it. Admittedly it was used as a adjective, not a name, but that's good too.
Well, I'm either asleep or someone is in love with me. Actually, I can live with that.
Oh, I found it. Super cheesy 80s R&B. [link]
Aw, now I want to hear you sing a lullabye, Burrell! Dang, how come my job never sends me to LA anymore? Hrmph.
megan, are you just sad YOU have no songs and no moons, either?? We can listen to a small violin together.
I just meant you weren't going to get any sympathy from me (shocking!). Also, I might be a little tipsy.
Was Fever Tree involved?
No. But there was bourbon.
Hee. megan! I forgot YOU on my email! (And probably some other people) I will be in the Bay Area for 4th of July! Will YOU? (That whole weekend I will and before and after. Let's hang out! It's been so long since last we met...lie down forever lie down!)