As a callow youth, I fantasized sexual congress with Debbie Blondie. But as I have matured and become more sophisticated, I find that it is the youthful Kate Bush with her firm and generous bosom that stirs my loins. At the time I dismissed her as a bit weird and art studenty, but I recant now. Just wanted to set the record straight.
Good thing about the 1960s was you heard blues songs like this by British bands and then searched out the originals which were nearly always better.