Food is frying and people smiling, like there is no other way.’ It’s extraordinarily sloppy writing from a man who refers to himself as a singer-songwriter.
What makes it worse is how the entire album is supposedly inspired by love. Sample this from The Woman I Love: ‘Maybe I annoy you with my choices, well, you annoy me sometimes too with your voice.’ Or this, from Who’s Thinking About You Now?:
‘I want to be the one to help you ignore Mr. Loneliness peeking his head into your door.’ Skip it and listen to some vintage Stevie Wonder instead.