Pressure that'll tip, tip, tip 'till you just go pop, whoa
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When I was four, my parents put me and my grandmother on a plane from Mumbai to Belize. We spoke about 30 words of English between us; it was unclear who was caring for whom on that journey from Asia to Europe to North America. (Side note: decades later, my Granny called spaghetti “forgetti” and my friend Pamela “Pramila”; her way with English words and names remained stubbornly hers.)
Pressure that'll tip, tip, tip 'till you just go pop, whoa
Pressure that'll tip, tip, tip 'till you just…
Pressure that'll tip, tip, tip 'till you just go pop, whoa
When I was four, my parents put me and my grandmother on a plane from Mumbai to Belize. We spoke about 30 words of English between us; it was unclear who was caring for whom on that journey from Asia to Europe to North America. (Side note: decades later, my Granny called spaghetti “forgetti” and my friend Pamela “Pramila”; her way with English words and names remained stubbornly hers.)