Carole King - "(You Make Me Feel Like) A Natural Woman"
I imagine a hundred thousand different situations. I imagine he died in a car crash, I go into gory detail. I imagine the shards ripping at his face, tugging on his mustache as he passes through the windshield. I think about him cheating on me. Picking up some girl, some whore, underage and strung-out, asking for cigarette money in the night street light. I think about them in an alley. And then to punish myself for thinking so negatively...
Said the Gramophone — Carole King - "(You Make Me Feel Like) A Natural Woman"
I imagine a hundred thousand different situations. I imagine he died in a car crash, I go into gory detail. I ima... more info