On my walk home this dark evening, I was listening to the Herbie Hancock song Stitched Up.
As I neared home, I noticed there were Christmas lights strung up in the windows of the house next door.
I've variously described the lady who lives there with her bleached blonde hair as a pole dancer or hooker.
As I thought to myself, nice job on the lights hooker lady, John Mayer sang into my ear Girls like that don't sleep alone. Maybe he's smarter than he looks?