When I was engaged and married, my husband used to sing this song to me because he knew how much I loved the song. Sure enough, we were divorced in '79 because he didn't heed the song's warning. There is nothing sweeter than the harsh sound of a Fender Rhodes against a bluesy guitar in the intro....oh baby!!!
When this was released my whole world was TSOP and Motown - and that's no bad thing. I still love it now. And so it's the last week of the jams and I still haven't settled on a new home. There's still a week left on here though . . . I'm sorry to say, you go your way and I'll go my way. It hurts deep inside the day we said goodbye . . .