classic . . .
If memory serves, I was sitting in a parking lot outside Shoal Creek Hospital in Austin about fourteen years ago when this beauty dropped through the airwaves. Deejay assumed way too much in thinking that I would know the song and the artist, such is the "professionalism" of Austin deejays on the lower end of the dial. It took several more years before the miracle of googling allowed me to drop the sliver of lyrics that stuck in my head into the surf and come back with a message in the bottle. Not the first time this gem has shown up here, but who needs an excuse for reprising a good tune?
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