M. Cho: Give me your electric touch.
M. Cho: A consoling moment.
M. Cho: there, she is...
M. Cho: and the way she gazed back.
M. Cho: the year i met you.
M. Cho: attention.
M. Cho: leaves.
M. Cho: siren.
M. Cho: dangerous night.
M. Cho: boobs.