This wet fart of a song is the first thing I think of whenever I see picture frames being sold with a contrived sample photo of some couple getting married. You can see there is no real love or joy there. Just the signals of love and joy imitated to sell you something cheap and gaudy.
Clapton wrote this about the woman who he cucked George Harrison for. He had a terrible habit of writing really gross songs about the people he allegedly loved. Just the most opportunistic, insincere, uninspired and insipidly plain songs.
Wonderful, by the way, ain't much of a compliment.
"Hey Steve, I emptied the poop bucket like you asked."
"Wonderful, thanks Travis."
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