Something about my Eastern European nature really pokes through sometimes. When I hear certain chord progressions I just want to put on some shitty white jeans and a nice tight dress shirt, shine up my belt buckle and go out there and dance like no one is watching. Or like everyone is watching. I mean… I wouldn’t roll up in a white BMW but I would definitely fit many stereotypes. This song, while being North America friendly, still hits me with them feels.
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