Was there ever a heartache that a Little Richard record couldn't fix? Just sit there and listen to Earl Palmer kicking off Keep A Knockin'. Great goodness!
Sometimes I fret about the love that I've tried to cram down the throats of someone who didn't need it. Didn't want it. Couldn't accept it.
Then I remember being sent home from the playground with my little red box of 45's. Right. Didn't need them. Didn't want them. I'm kinda' the brussel sprouts of humanity, I suppose. I've got good intentions and a heartful of love. I'll play you Little Richard records all night long if you want me to.
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