Like a 1962 song by Sam Cooke, I want to "bring it on home to me." What's this "it" exactly? Well, Sam discusses love, which frankly, I would never be opposed to seeing my boyfriend whenever possible, but "it" refers to whatever I'm lusting over at the time of course. Bring me graphic prints, bring me macaroons, bring me lots of Motown melodies, and please, oh please, bring me a lovely little lace dress.
