You can save your soul…by not listening to Jewel’s music….but it can be a great reminder of 1995, when you were just a loser in High School, jerking off to her tits….like some record exec who gave her a storyline that she lived in her car before becoming a huge success as a coffee shop poet…which I guess was a thing in the 90s…when Starbucks was starting up….and West Coast people along the cost were into singer songwriter shit…
When she happened, I was a 26 year old failure working in a factory that played the top 40 radio and this song would hammer into my head so many times…that made me hate her…until I saw the video and realized she had tits…
Tits that were a good way to my soul…that may not have saved my soul but that saved my opinion of her….and gave me an understanding how a homeless 18 year old sleeping in her guitar case in her car turned professional…the tits…man…it was always the tits…
I mean any exec at any level would pull this from a parking lot and save her soul….so here she is now at 45, looking alright as she shows off her mom tits….
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