Queen-like piano and harmonies lead to fast-paced rock song with plenty of strings and a fuzz-laden guitar solo.
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“Cool rock melodies and feel… It feels like a Queen song and that’s cool… a lot of interesting musical parts” (Nashville Songwriters Association International Song Evaluator)
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“The edginess of the music and lyrics sit in welcome juxtaposition to that most old-fashioned of female first names, ending with the unexpected agency of someone who in the singer’s telling sounds like an Agatha-Christie character” (Mari Royla)
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“The sections with multiple voices remind me of Queen.” (Reverb Nation Crowd Review)
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“We really like what you did here, Pierre” (Freddie Mercury & Brian May)
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Lyrics
Oh, how, how I wish we hadn’t done
The things we did at your place last night,
My dear Mabel
Those wonderful things we did
In your bed and on your kitchen table
For I fear, I fear that without realizing,
We might have begun weaving a web
From which we might well
Struggle to disentangle
My plan: we would just hook up for the night
And then be done
But when I took the walk of shame
I felt alone,
That it was wrong
And that those moments without you
Were far too long
And now I wish your kitchen table
Had been too small
And that the things done at your place
Had not been done
For, all day long,
I’ve been thinking of you
But something tells me that you don’t
Oh, how, how I wish I had stayed
At your place for breakfast this morning,
My dear Mabel
That I had sat at your
Uncomfortable kitchen table
And finally seen it from another angle
For I know, I know without exaggerating
We’re really meant to be an item
To weave a web, to ride in tandem
Call me romantic, but I know we click so,
Come on, let’s snuggle and get tangled
My plan: I will just move in with you now
And then be done I’ll meet your parents
And I will call your place our home
And then my song
Will be the happiest little ditty ever sung
And now I wish that you would just
Pick up your phone
But could it be the number you gave me
Might be wrong?
For, all day long, I’ve tried to say I love you
But something tells me that you don’t.more