Dreamily windswept coo-hook or not, there's gotta be something more woeful in life than homesickness whilst 42 floors up in Tokyo; and despite the usage of 'fuck' as rouse-stabs, this is still generi-bloke electro-soul -- sleek, mild, funk-lite bass, slightly infectious rhythms that wouldn't hurt a fly. If only they were as suave lyrically: "Do you always look so goddamn fine? / You must be tired from all of the time that you spent running through my mind / 'Cause I could really be your guy". Oh and the things this guy is willing to give: "the once in a lifetime chance, girrrrl", "heaven if you want it", "shelter, food, and wine, no-no-nooo", etc.
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