Bochel can't be serious...and not love but sex or really it's about doing something that rhymes with ducking. I mean at one point she's bent over the hood of a Cadillac and he has his chest on her back. They aren’t playing hop scotch.
Head on the curb...yeah they are probably drunk but he is on top of her and she can’t produce a word because she is at the height of sexual passion and out of breath. Or to quote another raucous song I like by Joan Osborne, "I've been on the floor looking for a chair/I been on a chair looking for a couch/I been on a couch looking for a bed." Only in this case they couldn't wait...
For god’s sake we are talking about Chrissie Hynde here not some Disney Channel bimbo who wouldn’t know a good duck if one came up and AFLAC’ed on her. ;)
It’s a Pretenders favorite among favorites for me.
Bochel can't be serious...and not love but sex or really it's about doing something that rhymes with ducking. I mean at one point she's bent over the hood of a Cadillac and he has his chest on her back. They aren’t playing hop scotch. Head on the curb...yeah they are probably drunk but he is on top of her and she can’t produce a word because she is at the height of sexual passion and out of breath. Or to quote another raucous song I like by Joan Osborne, "I've been on the floor looking for a chair/I been on a chair looking for a couch/I been on a couch looking for a bed." Only in this case they couldn't wait... For god’s sake we are talking about Chrissie Hynde here not some Disney Channel bimbo who wouldn’t know a good duck if one came up and AFLAC’ed on her. ;) It’s a Pretenders favorite among favorites for me.