Sing a song for me
In New York, everybody delivers. Just sit at home, and things come to you. Your laundry? Delivered. Your groceries? Delivered.
Your karaoke? Delivered.
This is just utterly wrong (he says, singing Eye of the Tiger).
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In New York, everybody delivers. Just sit at home, and things come to you. Your laundry? Delivered. Your groceries? Delivered.
Your karaoke? Delivered.
This is just utterly wrong (he says, singing Eye of the Tiger).
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