Slushy song tonight. It's been raining, and that makes me go all mushy. Like cardboard.
When I was a kid, I used to listen to Tracy Chapman so much that my mum felt she had to sit me down and ask if I was a lesbian. Apparently a predilection for female singer-songwriters is a dead give-away. I always thought it had more to do with fancying girls, but hey, I know better than to question my mum.
Very sweetly, she added that it would be OK if I was a lesbian, and that she quite liked the music anyway. So, here you go, a mum-friendly slow burner of a song. Just be careful not to over-repeat it, if you want to avoid a really really awkward conversation about your sexuality.
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