My wife stared at me. She stared at me for a long time. She tried to ask . . . stopped . . . started again . . . then asked, "WTF?" "What?" was my clever and clueless response. It took her a while to stop laughing long enough to tell me what the words had really been all these years.
(In my defense, I would point out that the lyrics should be "You're the one I want" or "You're the one who I want." I blame my misperception on the lyricist's bad grammar.)
