An example of the beauty of cheatin' ass songs, made about creeping around on your primary relationship. I guess on one hand it's good we've progress to more open relationships, allowing for everyone to better express their desires. But on the other hand, I don't think it'd be as great if Ray Parker Jr. was just singing about someone in the polycule bugging him about washing dishes more often. Although maybe he'd still be creeping on the polycule with another couple down in Asheville... who knows? Human beings gonna be human.
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