'[B]Not Over You Yet[/B]' is some grown-up housey garagey disco-y nonsense that's really of no great consequence.
We imagine she’s probably over [I]it [/I]by now. Probably forgotten all about it now, has Miss Ross, now that she’s back home, lazing about in her Manhattan pile in a dressing gown made from the skins of customs officers. I mean, the idiocy of that security guard! To imagine she could have hidden anything hidden under a Lycra catsuit!
But we digress. ‘Not Over You Yet‘ is some grown-up housey garagey disco-y nonsense that’s really of no great consequence. Consider yourselves, ha, cautioned.