I said I love you, and that's for Wilma

The story:

My friend and his sister Peggy used to go to clubs
in the early 80's back when disco stopped being
cool so they called it dance music instead. One
place we went to would occasionally play "Just the
way you are" as the last song of the night. By
then if I had no one to dance with by default
Peggy and I would dance. So she grabs me tight and
starts singing in my ear, she had a beautiful sexy
voice, I'd swear she was trying to seduce me and I
would have went for it except her brother was her
protector and we had always just been friends. she
gets to this line "the way that I believe in you?
I said I love you, and that's for Wilma" She knew
the right words but sang it that way on purpose
she kept singing now louder while I was laughing
and everyone one else is pissed at us for
disturbing their last chance slow dance. By the
end of the song we've stopped laughing shes calmed
down again in my ear, sexy as hell, during the sax
solo part I get " Yabba dabba doo" since she past
a couple of years ago I sing it that way all the
time.