You Know I Don't Usually

say or post things like this. But if you haven't heard Melody Gardot sing yet, you've been mistreating your ears.




You can also see a visually spectacular video of the song here.
 (Warning: video portrays presumably naked woman in tub. No gratuitous skin, but that's why I only posted the song, not the video on the blog. View at your own discretion--as I did with the Beautiful Mrs. Monk.)

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