Dennis Wilson, Thoughts of You
For all the frantic licking, the smearing of soft butter into warm thighs, and the hilarious joke condoms, there is a downside to love. Like the times when it punches you in the guts, because your lover has decided that you just don’t cut the mustard any more. Oh no, they’ve moved onto someone with fresher rose petals, pectoral muscles that bounce, a nicer face, and a far more impressive smooth jazz collection. Why God? Whhhhhyyyyyy? It sits in your loins like a brick, hurts like a cruel backhand slap in the conkers. So, for this Thursday, re-buckle your trousers, but keep the lights dimmed, and weep hot tears of emotion, whilst Dennis Wilson sings a rather moving lament.