It's good, every once in a while, to break out those old CDs. I mean those CDs which are really replacements for records which you had in high school and played and played so much that the vinyl finally wore away. Remember vinyl? Remember stylus needles? Remember Rickie Lee Jones? Why don't I play music in my house more often? It makes me so happy.
Once you find yourself
A Better man
Treat him special all of the time
Make him some catfish
Fry it up in bed
Don't leave him hangin' on the telephone line
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