I'm a guy at home and I'm making dinner for my girl. Now and then, she's making dinner for me. Sometimes we even eat out. No matter what, everyone's just cooking for Margy...
For the record, it's pronounced MAR-ghee, not MAR-jee.
Two hamburgers for Margy this week. Tonight she had one at my gig in NYC -- lettuce, tomatoes, steak fries, and all. She needed a sturdy foundation, because I kept her out late.
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