No matter what my lips say, you are still the only one.
December 16, 2017
Email to Jeff
So I’m at fucking Burger Boy eating a cheeseburger. I love cheeseburgers.
There’s fucking country music playing too loud. And the chick is singing, “I just can’t live without you”. I hate country. And what a bunch of mind fuck. No wonder women are disappointed. We are set up to fail.
Where’s that good ol’ 80’s music? With lyrics like “you have to be cruel to be kind”. I have no idea what that means but it’s a really good song. And “Come on Eileen”. “She Bop” is another one. “Wake Me Up Before You Go Go”. You know. The classics. The songs that really have meaning and significance and are certain to leave an eternal legacy. I mean, ya, Frank Sinatra and all those fellows, ya. But Tom Tom Club. The Clash. The Tubes! Pure genius!
You Must Be My Lucky Star,
Coco
P.S. My favorite song is Tip of My Tongue, by the Tubes. Guess what it’s about??? Big points if you can finger it out in the first stanza.
