This song's been in my head for a few days now. It served as soundtrack to a romance I had in New York City with a Jewish sweetheart who worked as a copy editor at The New York Post when I wrote for the electric tabloid. Kathy was her name and we both like this particular McCartney song for some reason. Perhaps because we liked the lyrics and how both of us believed they applied to our blooming attraction. Katie lived on 85th Street in the Upper East Side. I was over on 77th Street in the Upper West Side, Central Park there between both of us. I could say more, but I won't. What a time it was, is all I'll say here...
This song's been in my head for a few days now. It served as soundtrack to a romance I had in New York City with a Jewish sweetheart who worked as a copy editor at The New York Post when I wrote for the electric tabloid. Kathy was her name and we both like this particular McCartney song for some reason. Perhaps because we liked the lyrics and how both of us believed they applied to our blooming attraction. Katie lived on 85th Street in the Upper East Side. I was over on 77th Street in the Upper West Side, Central Park there between both of us. I could say more, but I won't. What a time it was, is all I'll say here...
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