You know you're... musically mature when a song really appeals to you and not even the fact that it turns out to be some Michael Bolton weep-fest ballad-type thing turns you off to it.
I'm glad J's not here to see me sniffle at the minor chords.
'Course if she was, I'd seem like a paper tiger, and if I lose the intimidation factor I'm never going to get her I-Law notes. That's right. There's no shame in towering over others if you can use it to your advantage.
Wow. I'm like a fortune cookie, only wiser and more vanilla-flavored. And I have better spelling.
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