Polka sheet music is one of the few things former white Midwestern zombies try to hang onto because giving up polka fests, beer, hot brats and what adrenalin is left is such a rip. Without polka music, life ain't worth livin'.

My darling my dearest, my heart beats with love at your touch when ecstasy's utmost we clutch at the core, while cheeks burn with arms open, eyes shut amid the thrump-a-thrump of my heart beating as we dry hump in the back of your Ford.