Wrong Lyrics

After a 2:30AM call from my neighbor and friend Kat , who had also
been woken-up by the upstairs neighbor's dog and was calling to
partake in a session of mutual grumbling, I remembered something...

My dear childhood friend Rachel (who is now a mom of two with another
on the way) and I have been friends since we were 11. There was a
point in high school when we never saw each other. One day, we decided
we would catch up in the middle of the night when we would be long
done with our homework and studying.
We'll talk at midnight, we agreed.
And we did.

Somehow, Rachel and I, who were around sixteen at the time, got to
talking about music.
"Why does sex have to be messy?" Rachel inquired.
"What do you mean?" I replied, when really, I should have asked 'How
the hell should I know?'
"You know, that Michael Bolton song? It says 'How can we make love if
we can't make a mess?"

"Um. Rachel...It's 'How can we make love if we can't make AMENDS'."

"Oh."