That day when a song you hear just once and you can't get out of your head. You find yourself singing it even walking down the street or doing anything. You hear the song over and over again: "A kiss may be grand..." Marilyn Monroe does it best.
"A kiss may be grand
But it won't pay the rental
On your humble flat
Or help you at the automat
Men grow cold
As girls grow old
And we all lose our charms in the end
But square-cut or pear-shaped
These rocks don't loose their shape
Diamonds are a girl's best friend"