Smooth - Smooth
That isn’t a typo. There just isn’t another word to describe the song. Smooth just isn’t capable of writing a song that can’t only be described as smooth and no other word comes close.
There is a specific time to listen to Smooth. When your lady comes home from a hard days work and she walks into the house, she’ll find Smooth playing. She’ll find the lights dimmed with the fireplace calmly lit. She’ll find you, in a smoking jacket holding a bottle of Dom Perignon. Your face says what she, by now, already knows. “Let’s get freaky.”
