Can’t buy me love. That means something.
I want you she’s so heeeeeaaaavvvvyyyyyyy. Totally get that.
All through the day I me mine, I me mine, I me mine. Totally get that too.
Recent live Paul McCartney in New York finishes by executing some of side B of Abbey Road building to the climax “and in the end the love you take is equal to the love you make”. As far as axioms go this only ranks around level of a fortune cookie with K-tel as creative overseer. Wasn’t convinced about its power Sir Paul. Reminds more of Newton’s 3rd law of motion with musical accompaniment.
Why don’t we do it in the road? – now there’s a decent zen zinger if you ask me, which nobody is.