Dear Chappell, I wrote you, but you still ain't callin'
I left my Taste, my Juno, and my Espresso at the bottom
I sent two emails back in autumn, you must not've got 'em
There probably was a problem at the Pink Pony Club or somethin'
Somehow the production on this album either sounds like a stroke of genius or the musical equivalent of sitting under a helicopter.
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