She can be a belly dancer
I don't need a need romancer
She can be a diplomat
But I don't need a girl like that
She can be a neurosurgeon
If she's doin' nothing' urgent your fav could never
Alongside the sexist John and Yoko narrative, Boomers like to propagate a similar myth that Paul met Linda and lost some essential virility, became soy and unable to write good songs... in fact he remained the same rock and roll goofball he was before. Ram in particular is a delightful ode to shaggy domesticity-- you're cooking and drinking wine barefoot, there are babies and dogs running around. No wonder these Reaganite freaks didn't get it
packaged in olive oil
preferably one of the Portuguese/Spanish brands but like nothing more than $8-10
bread :,)
maybe sun dried tomatoes or some roasted peppers fuck it lets ball
drizzle the olive oil over your creation
