First of all, if you have never heard of anything by 'Pink Martini', please listen to them. They are fantastic. If you need a place to start, I highly recommend "Hey Eugene".
I'm not entirely sure why, but I've had this song in my head all day. I think it really can come down to blaming one simple stanza:
And when we were finished making out
We noticed that your skinhead friend was gone, long gone
And you looked into my bloodshot eyes
And said, "Is it too soon if I call you Sunday?"
There is something about that image, or really just imagining being huddled in a corner, half of you drunk on alchohol, the other on the person you're with, only remotely coherent of your location and hearing the words, "Is it too soon if I call you Sunday?" I suppose in a world that's so defined by romance rules, I find this ridiculously endearing.
-The Hopeless Romantic in Me