Carly Simon does rap music sometimes. so that's great:
This is the kind of activity I engage in after free wine and free pizza. (This "activity" refers to finding songs I jammed to in high school; "jammed" is relative, taking into consideration I am white, was driving a new Jetta, and did not believe in fist-pumping.) I bet you think this song is about you.
Please. Don't stop the song. Please AT LEAST listen, or fast-forward, to the 5:11 mark. There are vague, if seemingly sexual, references to "cream" in the coffee making clouds whilst JJ whisper taunts: "you tell 'em Carly" in a repetitive voice-over that really ruins any image you might have had of an apricot scarf, or yachts for that matter.
Meanwhile: where can I find this man she is singing of? I'll be damned if I don't want to fly on a Lear to Nova.
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