n'est pas

Baby, when I met you there was peace unknown.
I set out to get you with a fine tooth comb.

How amazingly romantic is that song? God, I love it when a guy follows me around with comb. Especially if, in his other hand, he is clutching a leg of roasted chicken.
When am I going to get my time in the sun? My piece of the pie? My, um...island. In the stream. Yeah.