Back in the seventies, my mother went out of her way to teach me and my brother Danny never to address a lady in this fashion, no matter how angry or rightful we thought we were.
Forty years later, I took my mother’s lesson and I threw it out of the window, courtesy of Bob Dylan.
Well done to all involved.
Written by Bob Dylan
Recorded in the Green Room in Rome, Italy
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5:30 I can't feel you anymore, I can't even touch the books you've read. Every time I [crawl] past your door, I wish I was some body else instead.