Bless Your Heart

Last night on the way home from work, my local radio station was playing 80’s music. I became painfully aware that I had sung every word to Paula Abdul’s “Straight Up”. Every word. Even the rappy part toward the end, you know, where she sings about not wanting to get her love caught in the slammin’ door. If I had used the part of my brain that’s full of song lyrics for something productive, I could be rich right now. Or at least have cured the common cold. I mean, is it really necessary for anyone to know all the words to LL Cool J’s “I need love”?